And Then Dice Happened

"I don't need numbers to throw into the meatgrinder. I need a precision blow, a... a stilleto. You understand?" ...

Clanking and hissing, surrounded by the stench of rotting flesh, it stalked out of the dust of the Drift.... This was built out of ...

Of all the smugglers plying their trade in the Outer Rim of the Arcadia system, there is one who stands head and shoulders above ...