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Tage descended down on the planet Makeb, thankful to actually be able to wear all his gear for once. Out here, his weapons were less likely to get confiscated and he knew there were mercenaries and thugs from all walks of life here for the same thing. He had been declared Grand Champio already...

Tage didn’t like how often he was creeping around in Republic territory. Why? Because it meant he often had to wear some bullshit disguises. Today, he had to punch the daylights out of a big, fat junkyard worker to don his jumpsuit over his armor. It was several sizes too big to be able to fit...

While normally Tage blasted pumping music, today he felt like playing something a bit more chill as he drove the landspeeder over towards the seedier districts of Zeltros. As far as planets went, this was one of his favorites. Sure the girls were nice, but the pheromone shit always made him...