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"Clever technology." Krissy turned to the others, "So, everyone ready?" She asked with a smile on her face, an excited smile. She couldn't wait to get out there and see some action.
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"You all are leaving from here right?" he asked them. "If you are, I need to go get my ship." He looked at the others and waited for an answer. He wanted to get good jobs, so he was nicer than most bounty hunters you meet. His idols are Boba and Jango Fett, but most people think they are both dead. He knows Jango is, but not Boba.
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Ferra was more than ready, she was getting restless "Yeah yeah i'm ready, lets go" "if i stay here any longer i'll start growing roots" she moaned. Pip ran circles round Ferra's legs before scrambling back into her bag.
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John sat at one of the bars in Oxcila slowly drinking his ale and reflecting on his new job. Protecting someone or someones again like most of his jobs. He was supposed to meet them here at 7 p.m. it was now 6:30 p.m. he always arrived 45 minutes early so he could scope out the area before meeting his cilent in case things went south. John took another long drink of his ale before sitting it back down on the table. He checked to make sure his pistol was at his side, yet again, it had a calming effect to know he had a weapon with him. He thought about what this new job description said, supposedly things didn't go as planned for his cilent(s) and they needed a bodyguard to protect them while they got ahold of their contact. John really didn't care about the details, but appearently his cilent(s) stole some type of artifact and now they had the Meterra Freelance Agency on their tail. This should be fun he thought as he sat and waited at his table.
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