Her sister had been promising to teach her how to shoot for weeks now, and after enough pestering Keira had finally gotten Harlin to agree to it. After arriving at a more secluded area in Ticon territory her sister had produced a blaster pistol and began to teach her the basics of how to hold, fire and reload the weapon. It had taken quite a bit of trial and error, but after a few hours of practice she was confident enough in her own ability to handle herself should the need arise to actually use the pistol. The one thing she had overestimated, it seemed, was the generosity of her sibling when it came to obtaining a weapon of her own.

Thankfully nothing had ever been said about borrowing.

Okay, well, maybe it was more like temporary theft, but they were a crime family anyway, so it wasn't that big of a deal. Besides, it wasn't like she really meant to shoot anybody. That's not what guns were useful for in the long run, at least, not if you were smart about it. If you knew what you were doing, you could get what you wanted just by flashing a blaster at the correct moment, and get where you wanted to go just by being armed in the first place. Murder wasn't something that had to happen, and paying close attention to how her father operated had only proven that to her. If he was able to get his way through thinly veiled threats and carefully spoken words, then so could she.

For awhile she and her friends had talked about what to do with her newfound 'persuasive ability,' but it hadn't taken long for them to find a target. Long-standing was the feud between Ticon and Stargo, and the children had become even more embroiled in the conflict, taking it far more personally than their parents ever had. It wasn't immediately obvious what Xander was doing on the street corner, but it didn't take much close observation to discern just what he was up to. When she pointed it out to her friends they couldn't help but laugh, each of them finding amusement in his attempt at what they say as playing their game.

She stopped walking just as soon as she reached the invisible boundary that separated their territory, and for a few seconds all she did was watch him, eyes squinting in the way that meant she was considering just how much trouble all of this was worth. "The fuck do you think you're doing, pushing product across to our side? You know how we feel about dealing in spice."

There were two types of people in Coronet City, the broke and the broken.

Then there were the Stargos.

The fifteen-year old Xander Stargo passed a small baggie to his latest customer, who didn't care to check the contents before burying it in his jacket and handing over a bundle of Galactic Alliance credits. Xander turned his back to the street, holding the bundle close to his body and shifting through them one at a time.

"Let me see, Xander! How much did we get?" Kiel, a tall Zabrak, questioned; reaching out to snatch the money

Xander slapped his hand away, hissing, "Keep your hands off, Kiel! I'm the one dealing the spice and that means I handle the creds!"

Kiel's face twisted sourly, cursing passed sharp teeth. The Zabrak, who was already missing two horns from past brawls, was not only three years Xander's senior but dwarfed him by about five inches. Still, he didn't say anything more and stepped back.

"Can we go to Poto's Diner now? I'm getting hungry..." Came the gluttonous snorting of Jab, a Gameroan three-year-old who managed to be both shorter than the rest of the trio, yet wider than all of them combined. He stood to Xander's left, rubbing his bulbous stomach and slobbering hungrily at the credits.

"No, we aren't going to the diner! Fier Fek, you people don't know anything about dealing, do you? We are sitting here and selling it all." of course Xander knew next to nothing besides what little his dad's lackeys had told him, but it seemed like a logical step.

"You are going to get shanked by a druggie if you keep this up. Sooner or later somebody is just going to want to take the shit from you." The third wheel, Chila, a female Chiss remarked with an unimpressed cock of her head; pushing aside her red dyed hair.

"That's why I paid you all to come along in the first place" Xander dismissed, turning back to the street, "you can all do what I paid you for or I can find-

"The fuck do you think you're doing, pushing product across to our side?" Xander's eyes shot across Blue Sky Boulevard, past the old signs that designated East from West and saw a familiar, unwelcome face. "You know how we feel about dealing in spice"

The girl walked to the edge of the highway, toes just barely touching the invisible barrier that barred both of them from coming into direct contact. Blue Sky Boulevard was the Great Wall of Corellia, it cut through the urban maze of Coronet City's Blue Sector. It was everything here and most gangs and families used it to mark their territory. It was not only East and West but North and South.

Stargo and Ticon.

"What's it to you, Ticon brat? Shouldn't you be back at your mansion, sucking on daddy's thumb?" Xander shot back over the highway, shoving the credits into the waist-long Corellian Freighters Grav-Ball jacket he was wearing.