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The Twi’lek’s scream—deafening thing. This one Twi’lek’s was—Taco’s—at least. From nowhere, the Force grips the head. Like scissors on lekku—soon to be..dead. There is no slow motion to this death. Time moves still—is not at a standstill. Lungs are crushing—painful is a breath. Skyler all over...

“Can’t stop, addicted to the shindig! Chop Top, he says I’m gonna win big!” Sings one Tacovean. He was late yet again. A bit of a…dumbhead… Here just on a whim, really. Wasn’t so experienced at this. He really wasn’t thinking clearly. No…this wasn’t on his bucket list. Late because…bathroom...

The city was so…city! There were vehicles EVERYWHERE. There was a lot of NOISE and a lot of PEOPLE and a lot of BRIGHT LIGHTS and over there went a woman into a store, a man walked a dog-cat-thing, the alley on the left had a few people dancing around, no, they were now beating each other up...

Taco couldn’t believe it. There he was, just a lone little Ewok in the middle of a rusty pond, trying his best to navigate the realms of hee-haw-seesaw, when all of a sudden some dude named Dorothy helped him put out a fire on Won-Won-Hooga-Buh. I DID IT I GOT IT I DID IT I DID IT GOT IT...

"Okie doke!” Taco complied, a tad disappointed that his political prowess wasn’t fooling anyone. There wasn’t much else to do besides wait while Ceris texted away so he decided to pick the Togruta’s pockets. He found a few credits but wasn't a thief, a lollipop but hated raspbery, some...

A few more hours? Taco could deal with that. He wasn’t sure what a stun blast felt like but hoped it hurt. He thought long and hard about that as he stared at the unconscious bodies while the woman said something about his parents being too young for Chompin’ Charlie. “Hm?” Taco snapped back to...

When finally the stinging stopped in his lekku, the ringing in his ears did not. This what kids listen to these days!? The night club’s music heard all the way down this alley was doing nothing to help Taco’s head. “HM’WHAT!?” He answered to whomever had called his name. It was that woman with...

“P-Please friendly gang people, please please please don’t kill me alive,” Taco pleaded while backing away. At first he considered going slowly, kind of subtly, because maybe they wouldn’t notice him? But they might so he decided to go quickly. Torn between the two options, he almost tripped...

“H-Hey, st-stop that, m-mister person-guy!” The Twi’lek begged, as any sixteen-year-old Twi'lek might, hey? “You’re a bit of a bitch, huh?” The leader of the Terks taunted. There they were, a Twi’lek and a Togruta, staring each other down down an alley on Coruscant. It was dark, it was night...

Taco was presently more concerned with whether his own species had evolved off eating live bugs off of tables or not. Maybe we still do? Would it taste as good to me as the dude beside me? Sniffing away that curiosity, the Twi’lek satisfied the Kubaz’s by revealing the “4” card on his side of...

Gee, Wanda, can I have a stupid melody? Well, that was the gist of what Taco understood from Jawa’s tongue, anyway. The Jawa had stood there with hand on hip, hand on head, like the Twi’lek before him had just spoken Twi’lek’en’ese to his Jawanesian. Like what the heck ya never heard a Twi’lek...

Oh man it’s a talking Jawa! Even Taco had to give himself pause after that thought. Wait wait wait all Jawas talk, right? He hadn’t met many Jawas. There weren’t many to go around on Coruscant. Last ones he saw were on Tatooine and well...enough said about that planet for today This Jawa was...

It was a fine day on Tatooine. Taco had longed to return to this planet ever since his great grand uncle had told him bedtime tales of the Tatooine Tattoo, a vicious tyrannosaurus if ever there was one, who would eat children alive if they failed to pay their taxes. Well, really Taco had not...

As the table was set up for a game, Taco did a few things; none of them involved helping set up the table for the game. He ordered another drink—Burnt Bothan Brandy—for sipping purposes, eyed up some chick with spotted skin like a cheetah, promptly looked away from her Bothan boyfriend, begged...

'Cup was on table when I got here.' The words had rung between Taco’s ears like a hangover’s great grand bell. The drink tasted passable, and if “passable” meant that the drink tasted like piss then there’s your drink. Then there was the robotic voice that spoke of the cup. Wonder if he sings...

The club corner was pretty generally the best place to go when you wanted to hide yourself, hide your girlfriend or smell the hide of a pair of Gabdorins—or so the bartender told the man. That’s just what he was: Tacovean Delminar, he was a man if ever there was a man (well whatever a Twi’lek...

“DANG IT I MISSED” Taco cursed. “HAHA BUT I THINK I GOT ONE DUDE I GOT ONE” Ferret cheered. “...Oh no wait yeah that one missed my bad my bad” “GOOD GOLLY BOLLY we suck.” It was hit and miss for taco town tonight. “Okay let’s try this again here we go you ready okay ONCE MORE UNTO THE BREACH”...

[Taco came out of that weapons shop clutching a weapon that might as well have been a railgun. He had already forgotten the name but it was near enough his own height and a bit heavy. “This’ll get Garth, I tell ya what, hey!” As soon as he relayed his conviction for success there was a...

Garth Ansari? What the hell is a Garth Ansari!? Then it clicked. Oh! Right! The bounty! I’m a bounty hunter! I’m a bounty hunter… Did bounty hunters freak out? Did they get frightened? Did they flee? Hell no! What about the other two back in the hotel, though? Were they just as tough? Just as...

“TAKE THAT, YA GEEZER-SKEEZER!” Taco cheered as he threw his taco at the passing vehicle. “The hell is a geezer-skeezer, dude?” Ferret asked. The Nautolan had a point. “It’s...a…” Taco scratched his head. “...A geezer...skeezer?” Both boys blinked. Then they threw tacos down at the Coruscant...