<div align="center">(https://cdn.vox-cdn.com/thumbor/FvlQnC1TvHnx9kp8_XraTfWGIDc=/1400x0/filters:no_upscale()/cdn.vox-cdn.com/uploads/chorus_asset/file/6087515/starwarscantina.0.jpg)</div><hr/><div align="center">PERSONAE DRAMATICS</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/68/78/7d/68787d467cc2ed5770819604d10cad04.png)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>CHEVRON HIX</strong></span><br/>Gunner and Slicer<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">CHEVRON HIX<br/>Male Human Gestalt Soldier/Tech Specialist 1; Init +8 (+4 Dex, +4 Improved Initiative); Defense 17 (+3 class, +4 Dex); DR: 3; Spd 10 m; VP/WP 13/16; Atk +5 ranged/+6 blaster pistol (3d6, blaster pistol) or +3 melee (1d2+1, unarmed); SQ: None; SV Fort +5, Ref +4, Will +2; SZ M; FP 0; DSP 0; Rep +0; Str 13, Dex 18, Con 16, Int 17, Wis 15, Cha 14.<br/><br/>Equipment: Blaster Pistol, Combat Jumpsuit, Comlink<br/><br/>Skills: Computer Use +10, Craft (Weapons) +7, Demolitions +7, Disable Device +7, Pilot +8, Read/Write (Basic, Hutteese, Ril, Droid), Repair +7, Search +7, Treat Injury +7.<br/><br/>Feats:  Improved Initiative, Weapon Focus (Blaster Pistol), Quick Draw, Skill Emphasis (Computer Use), Armor Proficiency (Light), Weapon Group Proficiency (Blaster Pistols, Blaster Rifles, Heavy Weapons, Simple Weapons, Vibro Weapons).<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div></td><td><div class="floatleft">(https://cdna.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/014/569/232/large/koh-kok-quan-scififemaleagent.jpg?1544529852)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><br/><strong>JEN CORSO</strong></span><br/>Infiltrator and Demolitions Expert<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">JEN CORSO<br/>Female Human Gestalt Scout/Scoundrel 1; Init +4 (+4 Dex); Defense 17 (+3 class, +4 Dex); DR: 3; Spd 10 m; VP/WP 11/16; Atk +4 ranged/+5 blaster pistol (3d6, blaster pistol) or +2 melee (1d2+1, unarmed); SQ: Illicit Barter; SV Fort +6, Ref +5, Will +3; SZ M; FP 0; DSP 0; Rep +0; Str 13, Dex 18, Con 16, Int 14, Wis 15, Cha 17.<br/><br/>Equipment: Blaster Pistol, Combat Jumpsuit, Comlink<br/><br/>Skills: Bluff +7, Climb +8, Computer Use +6, Demolitions +6, Disable Device +6, Disguise +7, Hide +8, Move Silently +8, Search +6, Survival +6, Tumble +8.<br/><br/>Feats:  Great Fortitude, Point Blank Shot, Weapon Focus (Blaster Pistol), Weapon Proficiency (Blaster Pistols, Blaster Rifles, Simple Weapons).<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div></td></tr></tbody></table><hr/><br/>Our tale begins somewhere in a dusty and run-down spaceport in the cratered remains of the once-great nation-planet of Naboo.  Fringers and spacers lurk there, sharing tales of the once proud Theed, and always watching as the white-armored stormtroopers patrolled the ashen streets outside, detaining and questioning ordinary citizens for the smallest of reasons.  The bar where most of these spacefarers drank and gambled was called THE FRIENDLY PUBLICAN, but the name was a vestige from a more civilized time.  There was nothing friendly about the bar, or its patrons, or its owner, Negoak, a Chistori humanoid.  Indeed, everyone knew not to cross Negoak, and even Imperial ISB agents steered clear for fear of his reprisals.<br/><br/>Chevron Hix often found himself at Negoak's bar.  Like any outlaw, Hix liked to drink alcohol and fuck whores, and Negoak had plenty of both.  To pay off his tab, which was exorbitant, he frequently took on all sorts of odd jobs, some criminal in nature.  But sometimes, older Imperial agents would hire him to fuck women while they watched.  He had actually developed something of a reputation for being particularly exciting to watch.<br/><br/>A gray-haired man, balding at the temples, sat in a chair at a booth.  He wore his black naval uniform, which was pressed and neat.  He watched intently, his face impassive and hawklike.  Sitting beside him, a beautiful brunette in a tight-fitting jumpsuit.  Hix approached the man and nodded.<br/><br/>"Negoak said you wanted to talk to me," Hix said.<br/><br/>"Yes," the naval officer replied.   "We have business to discuss.  Please sit."<br/><br/>Hix slid into the booth across from the naval officer and placed his hands on the table.  He always showed his hands when he dealt with Imps.<br/><br/>"One of my friends showed me a holovid of you and his wife," the naval officer began.<br/><br/>"I fuck a lot of wives," Hix said with a shrug, eyeing the brunette.<br/><br/>"Yes, I bet you do," the officer replied.<br/><br/>"She your wife?" Hix asked.<br/><br/>"No..." the officer replied with a chuckle.   "She's more of a plaything.  What do you think?  Isn't she beautiful?"<br/><br/>"She's so fucking hot that I can't wait to turn her inside out," Hix replied.<br/><br/>And that's how Chevron Hix met Jen Corso.