The cantina was small and out of the way, and that potentially made it an excellent choice for business. Mirax checked her blaster in its holster and then nodded. She opened the door and stepped through...

Mirax was going home. In whatever sense that Corellia could be considered home. She'd been building her client-base for a few years in some of the more remote sectors, and by now she really thought of the Pulsar Skate as where she was from. But there was something about the planet that... well, it brought back memories. Some of them were even ( Read more... )

Mirax sat in her cabin, turning the datacard over and over in her hand. She'd given Wedge a copy for the Alliance, but she seriously hoped that they'd destroyed it. She didn't trust anyone not to misues what amounted to a pocket Death StarBut did she trust herself? On the one hand, she'd never have the resources, or the interest, to construct ( Read more... )