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[Hilal Vizsla]

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Hosnian Prime...... Also known as "not Coruscant" while Hilal didn't care about Coruscant despite her stance on the planet softening a bit, she found Hosnian Prime to be a cheap imitation of the capital of the Galactic Alliance. Another one of those cosmopolitan ecumenopolis trying and failing to be like Coruscant but at least planets like Denon had unique features that separate themselves from Coruscant. What did Hosnian Prime have? Not much except perhaps for some mediocre arms factories which propelled the planet's economy. As much as Hilal wanted to continue to lament the clone planet, she was on a mission to disrupt a minor Spice Operation. The client as always was anonymous, but they were growing concerned about the amount of spice related deaths in the lower levels of the planet.

The client gave Hilal coordinates of a meetup in the Cantina called: Dug's Den. Landing her Starship on the landing pad, Hilal stretched her arms out walking alongside her Droid companion: D.V.A. "First things first," Hilal said while entering the Spaceport. "We scout out the people and their base of operations, then once we access their weaknesses we can send go in, kick some ass, and collect our pay."

DVA chirped happily while Hilal smiled. "Yes, I am right as always." she chuckled. "This contract is going to be easy. A 9,500 payout means I can finally afford that HSG-67 Blast Cannon for the ship."

Though Hilal knew deep down that many contracts have always gone awry. Still, she had high hopes that this one would go smoothly.

Anneliese

 

[Anneliese]

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Objective: Locate and Apprehend Spice Smugglers
Tags: Hilal Vizsla
Location: Hosnian Prime

Anneliese let out a rather long sigh as she sipped on a rather strong cup of coffee -- black, extra sweet, just the way she enjoyed it. The order had been pushing out missives at light speed and to be honest, Anneliese was having trouble keeping up. Master Thio was in process of healing after their run in with a dark sided user on Tython... Tython... images flashed in her mind at the carnage, at the fights, at Thio when he was hit... she was so afraid that she would lose him - she shuddered as her attention faltered and then snapped back, these episodes were becoming more frequent, staring at her hands now that shook violently. She wanted to ask for help, but deep down she was afraid. She was a Padawan, she was supposed to be stronger than this... and now especially with Jax being injured, she had to be strong.. She growled aloud as the console on her starship began to beep at her, she had arrived at her destination.

Hilal Prime - The Order had sent her on behest of local authorities to track and subdue local spice runners in the area; simple enough she thought to herself as she transmitted her landing codes and proceeded to touching down in the landing pads. As she flipped switches and pressed buttons for the engine to go into post-flight checks and cycles she stood up as she walked to her small bunk and grabbed her robe, adorning the loose, sheer and large covering, inwardly giggling to herself as every time she put this on -- it made her feel more like a Jedi, it was her mothers old robe, and still the smell of roses lingered on its fabric. Taking one deep breath in the soft material, Anneliese stood at the door to the ramps and then exited her craft.

A few moments later.

Anneliese walked down the cities corridors, checking her wrist communicator for the directions to a local hang out of some of the more... well, known dealers, the 'Dug's Den' - surely she thought, if there was a place to question people and gather information, it would be here.