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Sergeant Hunter acted on an impulse!

It led him to confronting the vile man who tried to take advantage of Agent Talla, a Togrutan named Osian Cai, and turning him into the authorities. The impulse paid off in more ways than one, Cai having a warrant out for his arrest on seventeen different planets with a cash reward for whoever turned him in. Born to be irresponsible, born not looking like the regs, the Sergeant wasn't going to risk this chance at possessing more credits he would never get another opportunity to ever have again, and told the authorities he would be in tomorrow to claim the lucrative reward under the name Hunter Lawquane.

The rest of Agent Talla's first rowdy experience at the infamous clone bar consisted of an arm-wrestling competition with Wrecker who relished having a real opponent for once, an altercation with the snarky sniper who lost a bet due to her victory, tearing up the dancefloor, and a drunken moment between her and the Sergeant, who experienced agony in more ways than one while she was spared and would never remember it.

Now, the sun is rising on Coruscant, and morning rays peeked through the viewport in Talla's chambers...

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(DAY 14 w/ THE BAD BATCH)

Being a young adult and having the fun which consists of partying it up in bars was romanticized in holos, displayed as being the cool way you should spend your free time during the best years of your life.

But Talla discovered that there was nothing cool about the morning after a night of binge drinking. And it started when the soft morning rays peeking in burned her retinas after her eyes finally opened late that morning, and it didn't go away no matter how many times she tried blinking it off - that was definitely not cool.

And there was nothing cool about how her head felt like it was being relentlessly pounded against a hard surface even though she was just lying there, completely still. And it was not cool when shakily pushing her upper body off the mattress, a severe case of dizziness hit her on a level she had never experienced before and made her fall back down, groaning in agony. The low hum of the ship that had grown to become a comforting sound of familiar surroundings now only aggravating her painfully throbbing head. The immense fatigue despite just waking up, her throat being dryer than the desert planet of Tatooine... None of this was cool.

When the cup of water sitting on her nightstand was finally processed through her fried circuits for brains, Talla snatched it and downed that refreshing cup much like Wrecker did with his drinks last night. Once finished, the hungover for the first-time clone shifted to be hunched at the edge of her bed and groaned as the slightest movement sent more waves of dizziness, nausea, lightheadedness - by the moons of Gozgo, Talla wished someone would send a blaster bolt through her skull and put her out of her misery!

And guzzling that cup so fast turned out to not do her severe nausea any favors. It was a miracle she even made it to the refresher with her intense vertigo, and before the water made a disgusting reappearance. To put it simply, today was not going to be a good day.

The only good thing about throwing up, and honestly it wasn't even that good of a thing, was that Talla got a chance to look in the mirror when she rinsed her mouth out and thank the Force she did because her face looked like it had suffered a terrible accident! The once separate red and black eyeliner winged to perfection was smudged in a terrifying splotch around each bloodshot eye, and it made them look they had been gouged out. And her lips... Not in the slightest better. And her hair might as well have been a mynock nest.