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Blackrow Hyperlogistics. If Poot had ever imagined himself serving on the Board of some galaxy-wide business, he'd have called himself insane. Yet, here he was. He wondered if Andraste had really taken a shine to him, or wanted him out of the way on some errand that would demand his time. At...

Poot waddled into the frigate's mess hall. He had a habit of stress-eating, and this mission from the sounds of it would be very stressful. Nobody else was around, they were all busy preparing by meditation or checking their gear over. Poot usually carried no gear, just his lightsaber. Maybe a...

Poot waddled his fat butt through one of the Arcologies that was the pride of Blackrow Hyperlogistics. He was excited and proud to be here. Not because Blackrow was some excellent corporation with a rich media-personality CEO that everyone loved, but because he, Poot, had been chosen...