Jedi Brat!
Thanks to some helpful guidance from Fynch , Braze managed to make his way aboard the SB-01 Darasuum Morut-class Super-heavy Battlecarrier.
His eyes were set on a particular objective: Saram Kote 's weapon. Braze had been waiting patiently just outside the bar, knowing she'd eventually take a break. When she finally emerged, he slipped into step behind her, matching her stride with a practiced ease. Each footfall was deliberate, his movements quiet and calculated.
As they entered the bar, Braze hung back, watching her every move. His gaze locked onto the weapon she carried, the one he intended to claim. His fingers flexed and cracked, a subtle preparation for what was about to unfold.
The moment Saram set the gun down and turned her attention elsewhere, Braze saw his chance. With a swift, almost fluid motion, he darted forward, his hand closing around the weapon. Without a second thought, he bolted, hoping to disappear before she even realized what had happened.