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The LAATs that Vako flew had been in pristine condition when they were purchased. But today they were not in the greatest of repair. The dropships had a very intensive maintenance process that were well beyond the capabilities of thugs and bandits he tended to hire. Such things were why pirate...

The rumbling whirr of the LAAT repulsorlift engines forced Vako to put a finger up to his head to hear the response to his question. He could hardly hear what he was saying himself when he spoke it out loud. He was not sure if that was a design feature or if it was a result of the age of the...

The LAATs raced back to the Palace, half their number turning around for refit. But the advance of the Imperial military was impressive, awe inspiring really. They had only just come into contact with the enemy and they were already crushing the defenders. The King had an army of well trained...

Vako Yizok had always been a believer that Preef Callo was dead. He spoke it loudly and often. Their paths had only crossed once, in a battle of Nal Hutta where Vako was on the other side. He always was opposed in principle to the disruption that the gunslinger had brought to the Syndicates. In...

"What the frell did you do to my rockets!?" Vako roared at the Weequay sitting in co-pilot chair. They had swooped down low enough for Vako to see the rockets move towards the target and several drift fiercely off target. In all of winged brigands experience that could only be the result of two...

The chatter on the comms had been quiet at first, and orderly. Not much more than nervous reporting of Imperial landing locations and their movements. The defending force had the luxury of watching their every move as they lowered themselves onto the world. The Imperials were smart though, and...

Dubrillion, 158 ABY The Palace of the King "C'atchu'tha hal dalma." Vako cursed himself for coming to Dubrillion and taking the contract for the King. What a grand thought it had been at the time. Get back into the fight where he belonged, battling with the warlords across the galaxy and...

Pieces were moving and elements were at play that Vako could hardly contend with. He was fortunate that he still had a fortune of credits to play with. He could still sense something major coming for the galaxy, and he was still learning what his role would be in it. That could be as a small...

The tiny translator for the murderous raider that stood before him spoke a very plain message, and Vako was very receptive. He'd seen people with that kind of skill before. They were uncommon on the the rim, and they tended to be attached to ancient orders. Jedi and Sith were things he'd seen in...

Though the situation was now more obvious to him than it had been whilst they flew through the chaos that was overtaking the planet, Vako felt in a moment as though he was a fool. He led his crew down here with the intention of fighting and doing what he had suggested. And instead had flown them...

The battle in space had gotten very hot very fast. Too much for someone like Vako to ever want to hang around and handle. He was not an incredibly efficient space pilot, and he certainly was no great spacer pirate. What he was an opportunist, and where there was money to be made, he was ready to...

Undeterred, Vako pressed on. He did not land the speeders, fine. His was a flying species anyway and that would just complicate things. He could not handle acquiring the droids, just as alright, Syndicate soldiers did not trust them and they were hard to find parts for anyway. Not to mention...

The wrong place at the wrong time had been a routine mantra of Vako and his gang of miscreant bandits. The word had been loud and clear that this Hapes Consortium was trying to take Kashyyyk. Vako had no real love of the Wookiees, but he had certainly done a lot of good work with Trandoshans...

It was quickly evident that Vako and the two attackers had different thoughts on how best to go about such an attack. The silent one rushed in with her small winged speaker, one screaming, the other silent as a tomb, directly into the fray. That was a decision that Vako would not precisely have...

Vako still remembered being on Nar Shadda when the droids of the Cymorrah Syndicate dropped down on the Hutt loyalists. Those were very dark days indeed. Plague, famine, and war were what became the Rim. He did not like Preef Callo one bit, though the two were never even the same room, but for...

The path forward was wide and open. Vako's crew led the slow methodical movement forward. They were not themselves the most tactically proficient, but with Vako's guidance they had become more than just the street thugs and raiders that he had found them as. They had weapons at the ready and...

The small alien seemed to speak for the silent killer that stood before him, and that struck Vako as quite odd. He had not seen that sort of a relationship before, much rather it was typically the reverse. He'd known a few that were happy to keep such pets around, but not for their articulate...

"Come on, Ximpi." Vako cocked his head and slumped his shoulders. "This isn't your first day on the rim. Circumstances change quite quickly, and you have to pay attention to stay alive." Vako noted the second craft come in. They were quite different, but that did not mean anything on the rim...

Those bikes were exactly why Vako came. Tanks? Good in the hands of someone that had an Army and was interested in the transport and cost to move them. Walkers? Perfect for an army that wanted to scare a million on-worlders that had no way to move out. But those bikes? He could fit them, and...

Vako had not been able to join the auction directly, but he was still a known enforcing arm in the Syndicates. He had garnered quite the war chest jumping from one side to the next when the opportunity was right, and had built contacts that were well and worth it. He had managed an auction such...