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The Consolidated Hulls Corporation was a horrible name for a business and everyone in the industry knew it - yeah it advertised what the company did on the tin but that was boring. And in business, if something was boring it should have no place front and center of the business' marketing...

Tagal didn't do much contract work these days but Burk was someone he would consider doing said work for; when the big doggo explained what his end-game was, Tagal had signed on the dotted line. It was a worthy pursuit and he would be the first to admit it considering he had done something...

"I hate you, catman." The cathar glared at Tagal. "That's not my name and you know it." Tagal shot the cathar another glare. "I also, now, know that your office building has it's own private security force and what is, clearly, armored vehicles at it's disposal." he ground out, "So right now...

They had responded to the distress call. They had fought off enemy pirates. They had recovered the irate cat-man and his dangerous prototype. And now they were almost to Fondor. Sat in the captain's chair, he ignored the way the cat-man's tail swished in annoyance as he waited near the front...

Tagal hadn't gone for any real medical treatment since their return from Ando Prime. What he had done instead was steal Skuld's axe when she wasn't looking. She had been putting her kids to bed or something - he didn't know and it didn't matter. He had locked himself into his personal section...

Distress beacons were either great or terrible. There was no in between in Tagal's experience - either you fought off pirates and were richly rewarded or you were attacked by pirates who had faked a distress signal. Sometimes it was something as basic as picking up a ship that was dead in the...

Delivery boy was not a title that Tagal wore with glee but sometimes you had to do things that were beneath your pay grade because they were important. They needed to get done and if that meant taking on a roll below what you usually did then that's what you did. Kark gotta get done...

Tagal wasn't sure why he had made these but he supposed he had wanted to make them feel welcome here on the station. Their mother had earned her place here but they (obviously) had not because they were so young. Something in their upbringing seemed to have them feeling uncomfortable about this...

The last contract. If he managed to do this then he got his armour and two functions that he hadn't the foggiest idea how to make for himself, along with the blueprints to make sure he could maintain them and, maybe, make them from scratch should anything happen to them. They were within his...

Mandalorians had served as bounty hunters for hundreds of years and this was to the surprise of no one - one thing that did surprise him was that he was being asked to bounty hunt on a droid. Specifically it appeared that some kind of assassin droid had killed some Mandalorians and the vendor he...

Having the blueprints for his armour was only part of the mission though. Being able to make his own armour was good but there were some functions that he had never actually gotten around to learning how to make and chief amongst those two were jetpacks and wrist rockets. He knew how to make...

Being back on Mandalore was strange. He had been here a few times but there was something different about this visit. It wasn't Mandalore itself because the planet itself had been gearing up for war the last few times he was here and right now it was... still gearing up for war. It was...

The Junk Yards of Ord Mantell weren't really open to the public but Tagal was currently carrying around one of two prototype sprayers and they looked like flamethrowers to the untrained eye... and to the trained eye. He had totally ripped off the design from a flamethrower design he had been...

Mustafar was an awfully hot place. Tagal liked warmer climates but Mustafar was just a bit much even for him. The heat coming off of the molten rivers was something that was beyond even the deserts of Tatooine. But despite this, Tagal wasn't wearing his armor. He was wearing a suit because he...

Back on Manaan. Manaan base for Blackwell if he was being specific. Tagal scowled at the bubbling contents of a metal vat that he was working on as he tutted and made a mark on a datapad. Leaning backwards away from the vat, Tagal scowled. "Alright - Compound PL 9 is a failure!" he called out...

"Ladies and gentlemen - welcome to the 246th Kuat Drive Yards Engineering challenge!" In one of the many, many, hangers that made up part of the Kuat Drive Yards, the competition was soon going to begin. It was an odd little thing as far as Tagal was concerned but it seemed that the Drive Yards...

There was something about Tagal Saxon that almost no one actually knew because it was something he hid away from everyone. It was something that he didn't like people knowing (like, 95% of the time at least) and he disliked the very idea of someone being able to figure it out for themselves...

Tagal didn't like to mess with weapons. He was a smith by trade and by nature and that meant that he liked it when weapons worked the way they were supposed to. It meant that he spent a whole lot of his time repairing weapons so that they fired right the first time, the third time and every...

Tagal had to admit that the Quickdraw pistol was something of a work of art - he admired the craftsmanship that was employed in making the weapon to begin with because he was a smith. He admired the fact that it was a deadly bit of kit because he was a Mandalorian. Let it never be said that...

Their new ship was a beast. Not only was it a beast but it flew like one too - honestly, Tagal had never really put much stock into acting the role of a captain but there was just something so fun about doing it with the Galleon. Skuld had taken the position as his First Mate and Head...