Pzob. Xol was back on the backwater planet after robbing it's largest bank a while back. That mission had gone rather smoothly, ending in the destruction of the bank entirely after they ransacked the place. Today was different, however. Now, instead of creating more damage for the people, he was to serve them. Pirates and scum bags had been taking advantage of the sudden drop in economy on the planet but it was Xol's right and priviledge to take it instead.
It was Xol that had flipped the planet on it's back like a turtle, and now it would be Xol that would also become the planet's savior. It was the greatest con he had ever partaken of, and the Tognath was going to relish this experience. Sadly, he wasn't going to do so alone, as the Zann Consortium was tailing him like flies on the ass of a Bantha. The Enforcer had some admiration for the new Syndicate splinter, but his loyalties remained with the Hutt Cartels. Still, if he could claim this planet as his own, Xol might take an early retirement later on. Tognath's lived quite a while...but Xol was growing sick of violence.
He did not pleasure in taking the lives of others and thanks to his photographic memory, he remembered every face and scream Xol's ever encountered. But, no matter how hard he tried to find a place in his heart for someone, he was constantly reminded of why he killed. The galaxy was filled with miserable beings who tried making life miserable for others. It was easier to root them out entirely than to try and fix them. Like the pirates Xol was sent to murder and disband.
<Welcome to Pzob, skin-suits.> Xol greeted his squad, gesturing to the open barren wasteland. <Damn, I love it here...>
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