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"Okay so remember now Shoulder Gremlin... we are here on a very important diplomatic mission that could see the Alliance gain a crucial ally in this region of space so..." he glanced at Nikka even as he adjusted his Jedi armor, "Try to act regal and with good standing and graceful and even...

Ando Prime was cold. It wasn't as cold as Hoth or Illum, he would guess, but it was still a damned cold place and that could not be overstated. Right now they were still on-board his shuttle and the heating was still on - something that Castor was taking advantage of for now. Still, he had his...

This bounty was weird. Castor, Ner Giza and Leandros Solus, three rather deadly beings, were being contracted to go out into the wastelands of Ryloth and to kill a one-armed wanderer. ... No, there was nothing else. There was no real reasoning or logic behind this bounty - someone had...

Bounty hunting was something that he was getting used to but the jungle was new and the jungle was something he was very much not okay with - the damn place was hot and sticky and he just generally disliked being in it. The fact that they were supposed to be tracking a runaway through the damned...

This was the kind of bounty hunting that he absolutely hated but he knew he needed the money to complete his actual mission, reach his actual goal. It was the kind of bounty hunting that needed to happen, even if he absolutely hated the fact that it needed to happen at all. Worse still, his...

Some bounty hunting didn't feel right to Castor. Some bounty hunting felt wrong, felt dirty. It was like it went against his new nature as a Jedi to go out and kill people for credits. Some of the people the bounties were out on hadn't done anything wrong save for annoying the person who put...

The Lusty Lekku. It... well the name was a bit... well did it even make sense? He knew that Lekku were sensitive for the species that had them but could a body part be called 'lusty'? Didn't that kind of imply that it could think or feel for itself? He didn't even know. All he knew was that...

Just like Sullust, today Castor was going to try and convince a manufacturer that he was good for the credits because he was going to be asking for an order of some upgraded hyperdrives and XXX sublight boosters - neither were inexpensive on their own but both of them? And with more than one...

The damned pirates had attempted a sally but this was it - this was the end game. It was clear that the pirates knew that they were coming and their base had defences. On the hill overlooking the base, stood beside his shuttle, Castor looked down at the base that he was expected to attack and...

The pirate base was, of all places, back on Sullust. It made a certain kind of sense to be honest - it meant that they were able to keep an eye on the manufacturer they were stealing from and it meant that they didn't have to go too far without refuelling. Of course the fact that it made sense...

The ambush of the fighter squadron had gone well enough that Castor and his Alliance ally, the Wookie known as Greybok, were going to be facing down the next level, the next challenge. This time they would be fighting the pirate freighters that were the bulk of the pirate forces within the area...

Credits. Credits were hard to come by when you were a Jedi slash freedom fighter. Not many jobs you could hold down and most of them asked for references. Answering that he was a former Sith now rebel and Jedi Padawan? Well that was just asking for trouble. Not to mention it would absolutely...

Sullust was a strange place. It was hotter than a lot of places but the people were absolutely lovely. Unlike Tatooine, the heat of Sullust didn't seem to turn the locals into anti-social a-holes so Castor was of the opinion that it was probably just a Tatooine thing rather than a 'hot planet'...

Castor hated his lightsabers for the first time in his life and he hated his experiences as a Sith not for the first time at all. As a Sith, his lightsabers had been a source of pride; weapons made with his own two hands. They were partially elegant and partially practical and he liked that...

Turns out Hoth was a planet. Turns out Hoth was an exceedingly cold planet in fact. He hadn't long since arrived but he was already not exactly happy that he was here. At least on Tatooine he didn't have to be around the other Rebels. They tended to glare at him and the distrust in the air...

"I don't know if I can do this." He had taken his lightsabers to pieces and set the two crystals against each other. Their reds matched, the two crystals being infected with the Dark Side in the same way at the same time. They were, after all, twins and they had needed to be corrupted...

Castor had decided a long time ago now that he really, REALLY, hated Tatooine. If he hadn't already decided that however, being bodily thrown around the local cantina by a local gang for asking uncomfortable questions would be enough. He groaned on impact with a bar stool, having been thrown...

For the longest time, Castor had felt some resentment to his twin sister. His little sister was the reason he was taken away to be trained/tortured into a Sith while she continued to live in a life of luxury on a planet that knew no war or any real hardship. She would have had birthday parties...

Being back on Hapes was... well Castor wasn't entirely sure what it was, exactly, but he knew well enough that he didn't like it. In fact he would be easily compelled to say that he loathed and despised this place but he was trying to stop that kind of behaviour. He was supposed to be exercising...

The mechanic's daughter was trudging along in the sand behind the two of them and Castor had to admit that the coolness of the evening, of the sunset, was doing wonders to improve his mood. He had the daughter and that was all he needed to get the mechanic to fix up his ship right with a new set...