Star Bears

Captain Leo Ingram. Smuggler. Bear Shifter. Lover. Or at least that's what his business card said. Not that the mewling merchant in front of him cared about any of that. This was a quick hand-off, merchandise for credits. Then he and his crew would be back aboard the Breakwater and off to the nearest trade port to drink and piss their ill-gotten gains away. But before they could finish the deal, a young woman stumbled out of the underbrush into their illicit business deal. Was that a wedding dress?

Why did I agree to this heist? This question had been plaguing Zosha since she stepped foot on Dalos XI. It definitely didn't pay well enough to risk getting a phaser blast through her skull. It certainly wasn't for a good cause, though her fixer Spinner handled all the contract details. Deep down she knew why: she was the best damned thief in four sectors. What else would she do with herself if she wasn't constantly riding the greatest adrenaline rush she knew?