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Suddenly, as quickly as it began, the battle went silent. Cazar was left standing in the doorway with a stun pistol while wounded, dead, and stunned laid all around him. The Jawa stepped out slowly and called for Wally to return. His pistol swung around the room and found Talos bleeding out. It...

Caz cringed a little, not out of fear or disgust, but out of empathy for the poor guy not knowing what he walked into here. Vic was feeling the battle and seemed she would drag him down. He couldn't bring himself to just leave her behind though despite how dangerous things had become. It seemed...

The plan had somehow been way more messed up than planned. Caz was hoping for a simple dump of poisons and then to leave. Seemed some of these Republicans would rather die or get their leaders killed than give in even a little. That was a bit admirable but the Jawa was more annoyed than...

Cazar was built for snacks, not for war. He did not want to get into some big fight against a soldier. His role was one of sneaking and letting Vic do all the shooting. The Jawa was a being of survival and greed so when the grenade came rolling in it was pure instinct that took over. Taking...

It seemed the guard had interrupted Cazar's plans. He thought there had only been two but it seemed a third appeared. Luckily the Jawa already had his stun pistol ready so while the guard was still raising his weapon to fire, Cazar was firing. Two super fast trigger pulls would send stun bolts...

Cazar slipped into the room on the opposite end of the guards as Victoria provided a nice distraction. The little Jawa kept an eye out behind him as he and the droid approached the cargo. It was now unguarded thanks to Vic and whatever magic she was doing. A quick approach meant by the time...

A giggle escaped from Caz as he heard his nickname from the woman. She called the Jawa Cookie. That was a good nickname. He liked it. In fact, Cazar had some cookies in his pocket. He decided to share one with Vic. It was small and delicious. If she took it he would be happy, otherwise he would...

War had broken out between the Hutts and the Republic. Cazar was not exactly a thug meant for the battlefield but he could do his part. The little smuggler had been sent to Manaan to help sabotage the medical supplies bound for Republic space. This supply run would be for troops on the front...

Destruction was likely more than needed but Caz liked it. Next all they had to do was fly these bad boys back to The Wook and present their work. The Jawa figured this counted as a job well done. He hoped as much at least. Just to be sure nothing could walk away, Cazar fired one last missile...

As a smuggler, piloting a ship was one of Cazar's main skills. It is was kept him alive a lot of the time. His own ship was not as powerful as a gunship, but this might soon change if he could keep this one together. He caught his partner making it to the other ship but he was taking some...

This was the type of mission that truly took advantage of the Jawa's mechanical expertise. Caz went right over to a big gunship and began to inspect it. A few eyes went to him but he was very small and quick with his work so it didn't tend to draw suspicion. He crawled up inside the ordinance...

Cazar was unsure why he agreed to go on this mission for The Wook. The Jawa was notorious for being a snack giver and not for being a fighter. He then quickly learned that his partner was not a fighter either. Caz didn't really know what to think of the mission ahead but one thing was for...

Cazar did not belong in the heat of battle. This was not his element. It was getting too chaotic for the little Jawa who decided that a flashing lightsaber, shots, and a grenade were a bit much. He never saw the grenade really, he had made his leave towards the landing pad and dropped the stolen...

Return fire was expected. Caz had good cover and used it quickly when shots came his way. The Jawa hit the floor and the bolts flew overhead before eventually hitting the building behind him. He wasn't able to quickly fire back due to using cover, so he missed his chance before the hole in the...

"Wally! Stop stealing!" Caz screamed to his little droid as he walked through the delivery area for his latest haul. It was well guarded and he was told to stick around for a while longer. The little Jawa hated being tied down, but he complied for now. His ship was in the landing zone waiting...

A large growling noise came from Cazar when the droid decided it would be better as their negotiator. He pointed at the droid and started to speak but stopped before he even got a word out. After a few moments he crossed his arms and huffed. The Jawa knew the droid was better for fancy talks...

The Jawa frowned at his new droid partner who refused to accept cookies for safe keeping. It was an essential piece of the peace making process. Cazar made a few high pitched noises and decided to carry the cookies himself in a small pack that was basically just a large pocket in his robes. A...

The sands of Tatooine were Cazar's birthplace. It was a horrid planet that he had escaped from once, but found himself being drawn back to at the will of the Hutt Cartel. He hated sand now. It was coarse and rough and irritating and it got everywhere. The Jawa's new lifestyle was much different...

The freighter touched down on Dantooine and it was time to really test their mettle. Cazar was going to be the first one out, hoping to avoid questions on why so many odd people might be on board. He and the droid strolled out to greet the customs official, a local human who seemed fairly laid...

A large being approached and Cazar was a bit worried. Was this security coming to steal his cake? That would not be allowed. The Jawa hid behind the Wook's leg at first until the being started to speak and seemed friendly. The man mentioned he liked to cook and eat sweets as well. Suddenly, all...