Recent content by Jack Graves

As he said, Jack always gave way to experience and this Octavia surely had it. Looking to the young man again, he did concede they looked nothing alike. Not like his own son. They were a splitting image before something split his son...blinking at the painful memory, Jack focused up for the tail...

It started out as a relatively small scuffle. The diverse group of aliens rose from their table, now destroyed by the fallen Gammorean, seeing Jack as the apparent culprit a few of them planned to go after him. Raising his fists in drunken fury, the bounty hunter did not expect such a simple...

Jack looked to Svala as she spat, he didn't lash out or shout. That wasn't him anymore. He was patient now, a patient man. He wouldn't, he shouldn't, he needed to think and let his body be still as his mind moved. Doing his best to stay in this state of mind, the bounty hunter nearly lost it...

So much for not being reminded about his wife. As the accent thicker than Wookie porridge made its way to the hunter's ears, he turned to regard the young woman. In a life prior he might have thought her pretty and in a dispassionate aesthetic way he did. However her age merely reminded him of...

Jack expected maybe one or two of the clan members, but this was verging on a war party. An older man now came from the trees and boomed so loudly one might expect the snowy peaks to let loose their white gift of death. Knowing that at any moment he might be set upon as this tribal band...

Jack was sweaty. He adjusted his collar and fought against the heat. No wait it wasn't the heat it was the humidity. At least that's what the locals kept telling him. Actually the locals told him HGRGRGRGRGRGRGRGRGR and pretended that was a language and Jack was frankly too intimidated to...

While at any other time before this exchange the Herglic was only giving them a passing glance, he watched them now. Vinny loved information more than food for in truth it was the only thing that filled him. He watched over Jack, then Gaz, then the Hutt who apparently hadn't made a request yet...

This hairy monkey ape just insulted his Aunt Moana. He hated his Aunt Moana more than anyone in the galaxy except his wife, himself, a county clerk named Steve McSheckel, and the system, but no one talked shit about her but him. Jack didn't care if there were six of him he was going to punch...

Hearing the expected reply, Jack somewhat relaxed. You could never truly relax in hostile space and in this galaxy it was all hostile space. As the woman talked to the boy, Jack looked him over, barely pubescent and deciding to take lives. When you took a job like this it was always implied...

This was stupid. What was he doing. Jack had made many a mistake in his life, mainly involving marriage or the purchase of nerf. This however was in a class of its own. Wookie's were known galaxy wide for one thing and one thing only. It wasn't building cities, or guiding tours, or painting...

Family, a single word. Single words are hard to break. They are simple, easily understood. They can be argued against, but passion will fight you back every time. Those kinds of things, Family, honor, truth, they didn't succumb to outside pressure, at least not usually. No, what did them in was...

They were alone then, but Jack was lonelier still. To stand apart from all others as if on a plane of existence all his own. On this plane there was only dust. Memories, photos, a family home, a farm that raised crops, cattle, and children. Burned away to ash unrecognizable and intermixed to...

It was another planet with another name at another time. These all seemed to blend together for Jack Graves who only saw what he always saw. Failure. Whether it was the vagabonds panhandling only to be jumped at days end or the forgotten wreckage of satellites and ships after exiting hyperspace...

Without the crunch of his feet bringing him across the waste there was only the nearly silent air to remind Jack of his hearing. Hos quickly we forget our senses when they have nothing to behold. Beasts in the dark grow eyes of white and then none at all as generations begin to forget what light...

Jack wasn't used to groups this...actually he supposed he could stop at the word "groups". Even before the bad times, Jack had been a fairly solitary sort. He liked country roads that took him home to the place he belonged and not much else. Azara opened up his world and at first it was...