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Kneeling in one of the twisting paths of the catacombs, head bowed in concentration as his fingers brushed over the furrows dug into the ground by insectoid claws scuttling over ice and stone, Kazzatobhk's presence in the Force pulsed faintly as his senses drifted along the path. The spirits...

Ilum. Once a center of Jedi learning, the planet still trembled from the deaths wrought by unfathomable betrayal in the closing years of the civil war between the Guardians of Peace and the progenitors of Andraste's empire, the Exiles. Icy winds whipped across the barren valleys and snow...

The gimlet eyes of the young Lieutenant as she spoke about the request from the General let Kazzatobhk know that she was devoted to getting Star Squadron back to the level of skill and prestige it had held in the recent past and the undercurrent of a hunters thrill in the Force was a familiar -...

Sitting at the table with a comically undersized datapad held in his hands while reviewing the specs on the Linecutter, Kazzatobhk warbled out a growl of agreement and began tapping on the screen. The hulking figure of a Wookiee padawan had been chosen to escort the General for this mission as...

Muttering under his breath with a series of short growls and groans, Kazzatobhk slid out from beneath the dark green Malla-class fighter he'd been directed toward following his reassignment to Star Squadron. She was a good craft, stable and certainly more well-put-together than the Dresch he had...

Grinning behind his mask at the youthful exuberance showcased between the two Star Squadron member's comms and their daring maneuvering. Star Three flew like a firaxen shark among minnows, relying on the strength of her upgraded fighter to absorb and mitigate the risks that came with diving down...

Hunched over a tall glass of something vaguely alcoholic Kazzatobhk looked for all the world like nothing more than a pilot passing time between refuels; a battered old coat, the pair of blasters strapped to his thighs - just another spacer stopping for a drink in one of many cantina's aboard...

The starlines streaking across the viewport warped and twisted as Kazzatobhk's fighter screamed through hyperspace toward the beleaguered members of Star Squadron, the Bothan idly flipping switches and readying the old Model 710 for combat. He'd been tinkering with the fighter when the call for...