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[Itzhal Volkihar]

The trade world of Celanon was a constant hive of activity, born of the influx of transports and passengers that travelled through its many connecting hyperlanes, all in search of opportunity and prosperity that only a rare few would ever be fortunate enough to grasp. Lost in the shroud of heavy traffic, a single vessel, little more than a gunship, was easily ignored by most as it passed through the many checkpoints on its way to the surface below, where a single officer arrived to confirm the Captain's records and then passed on in a confrontation that was utterly unremarkable. Just as intended, the owner of the ship had little intention of creating a ruckus so close to Mandalorian space.

Not when his target was valuable enough, some di'kut might stumble across the information and get the idea of causing trouble. His people could be honourable on occasion, but Itzhal wasn't entirely unaware of their faults. In the end, Mandalorians were just people, the same as everyone else. A couple of thousand credits wouldn't be much to celebrate, but he'd seen people kill for less, and if the cache remained intact after all this time, then there was more than just a monetary value to the find.

All that was assuming there was something still left to find as he geared up for the mission, adjusting the straps of his beskar chest plate and the solid weight of blasters on his hips before he strutted out of the gunship, a quick scan of the area already assaulting him with information as commercials blared from a thousand different neon signs. Over a thousand years, Celanon City hadn't changed a bit, not even its name.

He wondered then if the other cities had ever been annoyed with the single city that considered itself so important to name itself after the planet. Maybe if they'd been a little more popular, their opinion might have even mattered.

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[Kinsey Starchaser]

The Starchaser was usually good to cover her tracks. The bounties on her head were usually old. That didn't mean they'd be easily given up, though. She didn't like to stop in crowded worlds. All those folk around and activity? Made her nervous and kept her head more on a swivel. While she knew Sage Bane was dead, it didn't keep her from looking over her shoulder.

Her Uncle, Coren Starchaser, had pissed a lot of sith off. Kriff, a lot of jedi. And sometimes folk weren't above using family to get to others.

Light strands of hair peeked through the cowl that was flung over her head. Bright blue Starchaser eyes shifted between the coordinates on her comm and the multitude of neon signs of the zoo of shops she passed. That busted converter drive was ready for pick up. She'd just been a bit miffed she hadn't been able to fix it herself. Once she got that, she and Pibs could get off this world. Turning to the right, she wound her way up a narrow staircase and ducked into Bilbo's Repair shop.