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Zaylos' latest ship struggled under the atmospheric fluctuations of the crimson planet below. Dathomir was a planet wrapped in mythology, and Kartan struggled to stifle the anticipation he felt as he drew closer to the coordinates left to him by the shaman on Felucia. The influence of The...

Kartan's breathing came in ragged gasps as his arms pumped fervently. His footfalls were lost in the cacophony of the ravenous pack of real-life hellhounds nipping at his heels. He let off two blind shots, hoping to scatter the beasts, but he didn't trust himself to look back for fear of...

Purple lightning streaked the sky and thunder shook the ground. Malicious energy emanated from the broken and crumbling buildings and from their darkened doors glaring golden eyes watched unwaveringly. Zaylos Kartan stood at a crossroads. His eyes searched the ruined landscape before him, but...

Zaylos took a drag off his cigarette just outside the employee entrance at Durafab Fabrications. He'd picked up a seasonal job in receiving at the durasteel manufacturer in order to get a discount on some product for his ship. So far, the whole thing sucked bantha tits. His boss was an irate...

Zaylos Kartan strolled down the rear east corridor of the Botajef Shipyards pushing a covered hovercart. He'd spent the last three months getting familiar with the yard's layout working as a backend receiving grunt. His day to day had been a mundane slog of poodoo, but all his patience was about...

Zaylos Kartan wiped sweat from his brow as he surveyed the junkyard. He'd been sent by his current employer, Yaneer Skiff, to salvage some parts to add to their stores. So far, it'd actually been going very well. He'd managed to find a number of lightly used carburetors, and a couple of power...

Sleep had to have been what he missed most after his grand escape from Lotho Minor. Zaylos strolled the avenue, smoking a cigarette, contemplating his place in the galaxy. A place that never seemed to remain the same for long. Even now he had an uneasy feeling that things were preparing to...

Black Spire Outpost. The last stop in the galaxy before wild space, the edge of the map. Zaylos, perched on a handrail as he took in his surroundings. He felt out of place in this adventurer's paradise, but it's where he'd landed. His life since escaping Lotho Minor had been nothing but chaos...

The mottled blues swirling in front of Zaylos Kartan normally stirred a peace within him, but today they aroused his anxiety. He'd been employed as a commercial transport for a couple of weeks, and after his dramatic introduction to flight, he'd found his mundane existence a little slice of...