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Chandrilla Midday Mrok was sick of looking at the Republic. All their fancy schmancy senators and their canoodling with the Jedi, simply put, pissed him off, and he'd been dogging his bosses for months to allow him to go stir up the nest on Chandrilla. Finally, his Lorda lent an ear for the...

Having been flown through a mountain pass, after touching down at a safehouse somewhere I remote Oba Diah, Tiny, and a Mirialan Cartel Agent by the name of @Liuna Endetto. The combination of a small brain and heavy, thick skull, and little to no interest in learning how to enunciate words in...

This thread is Death/Capture enabled The sound of the double doors slammed at the front entrance of the rustic bar and tavern. The majority of the furnishings were made of wood, except the bar, as it had been built upward with Durasteel and layered with wood. The occupant of the bar was a...

Mrok sat at the helm of a freighter bound for the planet of Lothal, with the aim of collecting an order of slaves for his superdomo, though he was only sent for a few twilek girls, he was given orders, and a few extra hands, to relieve the slavers of the it wares, that included a lot of twileks...