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Ahhhhhhhh

A friendly slap on the back, approaching security, their sunglasses making their eyes almost as hard to read as his own when donning the white helmet he usually wore. He paused before moving, his drink in hand and mind racing as he refrained from acting upon his instincts. There was more than one reason he wasn't selected for the Bureau.

Grab the hand, flip the band. Slam his head into the stage. Turn. Buckle the knee, step past and grab the wire's leading to the amp. Wrap twice around the guards neck and pull back hard to crush the larynx.

CT smiled apologetically, almost guilty for he had nearly done, but his thoughts were his own. "Will do." He said, before being escorted off the stage by security and heading down to the water where the Zeltrons and Twi'lek played.

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Ashin Varanin

Professional Enabler
One would have thought the battle of the very loud bands would have been out of place on Zeltros. One would have been wrong. Creative and artistic talents, regardless of medium, were the lifeblood of the planet. Its monarchy and ministries worked very hard to export Zeltron art. Music ranked up there with innovative sculpture, painting, flatsculp, cuisine, and all the other arty things. Alec was no true connoisseur, of course: running a galaxy-spanning Mando witch organized crime family left little in the way of free time. Still, the music certainly had energy, people were getting into it, and the debauchery was being kept to a tasteful minimum.

A bare minimum, if you will.
 

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