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He wasn’t much of a reader. More of an eater. Not much of a drinker either so he didn’t need to go to the cantina. However, he needed to go to this bookstore to follow a lead, and he needed to follow a lead because he had a score to settle. And its jazz sounded better than some club’s heavy...

Oh, his is a bold move. How so very delicious. The others surely knew it too. This certainly wasn’t tradition. Yet rules could be bent. And some even broken. They did. They had. In the end, aren’t we all outcasts? Remnants. And forsaken. The lot of them follow the old way. They abandoned their...

In the midst of fighting against this planet’s resistance, it was clear to the Yautkan that their defenses amounted to a mountain of little and less. Yet he respected their strength and courage. The war is strong with this one. A meager fighter came his own ship’s way before Bo’roth blasted it...

Weapons to stun. Not that this notion or instruction mattered much when it came to air and space. You couldn’t so easily render an opposing starship out of commission with a tractor beam in the heat of the moment anyway. “Your command is acknowledged,” Bo’roth promptly answered. Then the...

Mercenary. That’s what some would term this figure and they would not be far off from the mark. The creature and his vessel had been serviced as a sellship, in one term of definition; a warrior of fortune, but so much more. His family, Clan Nazzat, had long since kept to the traditions of their...

It was a fine weapon, the Yautkan’s Combistick. Telescopic; just a handle about the size of a Jedi’s. Metal, like that lightsaber, only when it opened there was no energy beaming from the other end. Yet, in its own way, the material's sharp, strong, light; a spear to stab as much as a thrown...

It was night. It was day. Out in space, day or night were much the same. Whether today or tonight. In the expanse, all was black, all was dark, save for those stars so far apart, each one casting the light. Bright arcs, but pinpricks from afar, merely beacons to guide the way, there where the...

Bo’Roth Nazzat had been hunting the forests of Endor like the rest of his kin. Only, like the rest of his kin, he hunted alone. The Nazzats were not afraid of working together. They just, well, could not work together. They were just as likely to hunt each other as they were everyone else. Such...

Before he would get a chance to fight more foes, to vanquish another beast and demolish a Mandalorian, the latter had finished the former, and that Mandalorian was himself finished. The pit master had announced as much. ‘I declare Bo’roth Nazzat the victor of this fight!’ The words chimed in...

Bo’roth stood over his fallen foe the victor, triumphant, and all the arena and its audience heard his roar. However, he was not done, not alone. He was not the last gladiator standing, not the last soul still alive. There was certainly one nother and that one pointed a spear between two. Very...

The combat commenced. Bo’roth hung back for a moment to observe, sifting through his prey, when a Mirialan found him first. She looked a tad hesitant about charging a Yautkan, and this one was no less. His people were hunters and fighters, they no gave illusions to otherwise despite having...

Bo’roth witnessed movement, over here and over there, but did not leave his post. There was more movement, that of a transport speeder escorted by bikes. They looked military enough. Except for you. It didn’t take much to deduce that the one at the vanguard of the bikes, the one in robes, was...

Denon. Inner Rim. Ecumenopolis. Fine. It could have been Coruscant or Korriban for all he cared. Bo’roth Nazzat was here to hunt, though it remained uncertain as to whom. There were FWA forces, SE forces, and in between the flies on the wall; the watchers, the bystanders, ‘civilians’, as some...

It didn’t matter how he got here. Bo’roth had stopped asking that question after waking up. What mattered was that he was, he was here, and he was to soon make ‘here’ a place that was ‘there’ upon butchering whatever dead thing had brought him here. The Yautkan had signed no waiver. Evidently...

Bo’roth beheld the other Yautkan with little more than a nod. The two would get to know each other by fighting by side and it seemed the notion was mutual. For now, there was a map to look at. There they are. There were no souls to see, of course, at least not to the naked eye. Right there. And...

The hunt. There was no other reason to live, to exist, except to hunt or be hunted. The Mandalorians had their wars, the Jedi and Sith had their Force, but creatures like the Yautkan, like this one, had the hunt. The HUNT. The HUNT. The HUNT. He came to this world in his Blight, piloting the...