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The lower market district of Pantora was a canyon of shadow and garish light, the pavement slick from a recent rain, reflecting the fractured glow of neon signs. The air hung heavy with the scent of sizzling grease and ionized exhaust. Tucked in a narrow service alley, the angular shape of a Marauder-class shuttle sat with its ramp lowered, a pool of deeper darkness. Hunter stood at its edge, his bandanna a dark line against his hair, his gaze methodically dissecting the shifting crowds. He turned as the others gathered behind him. Omega pressed close, her small hands tight around her energy bow. Echo stepped forward, a datapad casting a pale light on his cybernetic features. Echo's voice was low. "The location's just ahead. This contact, you—they had the Jedi's confidence. Might be our…