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Poot was one of the Sith that flew way under the radar, only to surface after everyone forgot he existed. But that didn't mean he never listened to, and felt, people through the force. An unusually chaotic swirl of powerful emotions and self-doubt caught his attention. The person they belonged...

Emotions were suddenly running high in the common room not too far from Poot, and his ears could pick up the sounds of people shouting for popcorn and beer. Poot shoved himself off of the tanning bed he used to keep his skin a healthy pinkish-orange and hustled his fat little ass to the...

It seemed to take longer than it should have for people to comply, or appear to comply, with Vandal's request. Apparently one of the Exiles on his team decided the request was too offensive to bear. This...that was kriffed up. It upset Poot, and also his gut. A formidable bubble of gas rent its...

Vandal appeared to be saying something along the lines of "no weapons past this point". Apparently those who were supposed to hunt this sword would have to do it without the aid of weapons. Poot shrugged, he did not use his lightsaber that much anyway. Poot placed the shoto lightsaber on the...

Blackrow Hyperlogistics. If Poot had ever imagined himself serving on the Board of some galaxy-wide business, he'd have called himself insane. Yet, here he was. He wondered if Andraste had really taken a shine to him, or wanted him out of the way on some errand that would demand his time. At...

Poot wondered what he would do with an ancient holy relic. A sword was probably too big for him to wield, so he wouldn't keep it. Actually, he would probably have to give it to Andraste. That was ok with him, he didn't actually want it. The lore behind it was neat, however, and he'd taken the...

Poot waddled into the frigate's mess hall. He had a habit of stress-eating, and this mission from the sounds of it would be very stressful. Nobody else was around, they were all busy preparing by meditation or checking their gear over. Poot usually carried no gear, just his lightsaber. Maybe a...

Poot shrugged. "Grand plans are sometimes just talk of glory days far in the future. Right now we're fighting to put an end to this civil war." Poot hopped down from his chair and waddled over to the window. "You'd have made an excellent member of our Order. You understand the value of power and...

Poot gazed at the hologram. There were far too many systems to commit to memory, so he simply focused on memorizing the Outer Rim squares that contained red. It might be beneficial to know this information sometime in the distant future. Poot considered Blackrow to be just as formidable an...

The crystal decanters were a nice touch. Poot took one glass to appear polite, and to taste what sort of liquor the extremely wealthy drank. He took a sip and found it to be alright. He was certain that, had he known the price, he would have expected a lot more from the drink. Like a...

Poot walked through the impressive wooden doors (were they faintly glowing?), oblivious to the interested-in-a-mortified way gaze of the secretary. At the end of the impressive office, he could see Parneaux, the elderly and impeccably dressed Chairman. Here was a man who likely didn't let a...

Poot waddled his fat butt through one of the Arcologies that was the pride of Blackrow Hyperlogistics. He was excited and proud to be here. Not because Blackrow was some excellent corporation with a rich media-personality CEO that everyone loved, but because he, Poot, had been chosen...

Warlord Stara had fallen, her powerful aura winked out of existence just after she had sent the dark side rippling through the earth. This was not good. Poot skittered to a halt just outside combat range of the wookiee. He could not stay and fight now that the odds had shifted heavily. It would...

The proton rocket flashed from its tube, and there was little Poot could do to stop it. Oh well, it was the problem of other people now. He landed on the balcony to find that the giant hairy alien was ready for him, sword in hand and blaster in the other. The creature's sheer size did give him...

Poot saw the incoming blue blasts and he readied his blade. The short, red lightsaber darted forward thrice to meet the offending bolts. Red met met blue and disrupted the weak bonds holding the charged particles together. It was his great disappointment that stun bolts could not be directed...