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As he ran, Linjal considered the irony that he was actually grateful that guns were being pointed in his direction; in this case, it meant that he had some covering fire for his hasty retreat. Only once he had safely returned to "friendly" lines did the Zygerrian cease his noble retreat, and...

As much as he hated to admit it, the Zeeltron was right; an incredibly pure alcohol was required to quickly cool down the transpacitor. Even worse, Linjal carried no such beverage with him, having drunk anything of the sort during a long pity spiral following his escape from Zygerria. No, there...

Linjal had been looking forward to a rich payday shooting at things that didn't shoot back. For some time, it was like shooting fish in a barrel... except these fish were fast, strong, and could tear you apart if they had the chance. Still, staying tactfully close to the Hutt's barge sure helped...

Linjal was surprised; a 60/40 split was more generous than what he would've offered in the same position, but that was why Zygerrians were the superior species and why Linjal would soon amass wealth and fortune enough to turn a Hutt green. There were still a few more details to work out...

Linjal knew that he didn't really have a voice here, but the deal seemed straightforward enough. A little piracy, in which the Zygerrian could likely also enslave the helpless merchant crews they encountered for his own budding slave empire, was fine with him. Moreover, the title, "Privateer of...

Linjal didn't want "Roger roger!" to be the last words he ever heard, so the Zygerrian did his best to look like he was enthusiastically participating (lest Nor'baal turn his laser cannon on anyone not following orders) while searching for a position that would provide enough cover to keep him...

Linjal found such work beneath him, and potentially far too risky for the rewards, but Nor'baal had risen through the ranks of Hutt leadership for a reason, and Linjal was keen to study his future rival in action. That was why he'd signed up for this mission to clear Nal Hutta of AMS victims...

Linjal didn't trust the refreshments that Nor'baal provided them- there was no way in hell he was going to let himself get drugged by a Hutt- but refusing the proffered drinks could be just as hazardous to one's health, so he selected a beverage with all the grace he could muster and pretended...

Linjal much preferred the label 'entrepreneur' instead of 'pirate'; being a pirate was a wild, crass profession, more comparable to a hammer than a scalpel. An entrepreneur, by comparison, was refined, composed, controlled... ...and endlessly ambitious. Unfortunately, Linjal's ultimate goal of...

Linjal's nostrils flared as he considered the sheer insolence of the Zeltron standing before him, who had just gone on a long-winded, needlessly technical explanation of exactly what he'd just said; something something 'hyperdrive', something something 'fix'... not only that, but he'd handled...

If Linjal was bothered by the sound of distant explosions, the uncertainty of the battle's outcome, or the injuries that Caduceus had, he didn't show it. Although inwardly he, too, wished to leave this Force-forsaken planet as soon as possible, trying to do so with thousands of ships firing...

A bar was hardly the place to be amidst an invasion, but Linjal had seen what had happened to a few ships trying to take off early in the invasion and had decided that his escape from the planet would have to wait. Ever opportunistic, the Zygerrian had set up shop behind the abandoned bar area...

The damage that Olavea had caused his ship- along with the 'partnership' of the bothersome Zeltron- would certainly eat into Linjal's profits, so the Zygerrian's decision to not vent his wrath on his newest captive was not due to the goodness of his heart. He'd seen many Twi'lek girls come and...

As Silvus intercepted his plan to vent his wrath on Olavea, the look that the Zygerrian sent the man could've stripped the hair from a bantha. However, after a few tense moments, Linjal conceded... if only for the moment. The whip would be returned to his belt, although it was clear to anyone in...

Olavea's nostrils flared as Silvus addressed her, pivoting her head over to glare at him but not lowering the weapon. "Don't tell me to calm down!" she said, practically biting the words as they came out of her mouth. "I'm not listening to you anymore!" Linjal watched the exchange and, when...