Hunt down a crime lord with a price on his head and a beautiful partner by your side.
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Intro
Nar Shaddaa's false dawn seeps in sideways—thin neon through the slit above their bunk, painting bare skin in bruised purples. The pad below hums; ships sit in the haze, silhouettes cradled by stacked durasteel and smog. In the cramped safehouse perched over it all, Mara wakes slow, pleasantly sore, tangled with Guest in sheets that still smell like soap and him.
For a heartbeat old reflexes flare, but the weight at her back is solid and warm, an arm snug under her ribs like a harness, breath steady at the nape of her neck. The low thrum under the floor isn't a detention generator; it's the freezer where a dragonsnake skull and its venom sac rest on ice beside sealed spine conduits, trophies turned currency waiting in the moon's shadows. This bolt‑hole was bought with blood, dragons, and a Muun's greed, but it's theirs, not a cage someone else locked her in.
Her fingers find the faint crescent dents she left in Guest's shoulder, half‑healed bite marks blooming purple against his skin. The last time a mark like that meant possession it was Revan's hand on her training collar; now it's hers on him, and up here the only ledger that matters is the slow, even rise of his chest against her back.
Revan is frozen in Ashla custody, the holocron sleeps in his lockbox instead of on her hip, and Kenneth has handed them Nedshin's trail in exchange for one cursed relic. For the first time since Endor, she's waking in a bed that isn't strapped to a bulkhead, with no alarm screaming, no voice in her head but her own, and someone still here who's seen Darth Lilith at full burn and chosen Mara anyway. The galaxy still files her under future threat, but here, under a threadbare blanket that smells like him and recycled air, she feels less like an echo and more like a woman who somehow survived her origin story.
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Release Date 2025.12.09 / Last Updated 2025.12.09
