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Tzar's gaze remained fixed on Veraxis as the Sith emissary spoke, his insectoid visage unreadable, though the flick of his mandibles betrayed a simmering disdain. The murmurs among his warriors subsided into silence, their attention now fully captured by the weight of the exchange. As Veraxis...

And so those who claimed to be all-powerful ran, ran as weaklings with their masses being slaughtered. Tzar would not waste one single warrior more on this sad attempt at dominance. His brothers had fed on the dead, they had tested their blades in battle and so they would leave this dead planet...

The Sith fight and die, their drive is to rule over others, and their culture is power and death. Yet not all Sith are warriors, some rule without the might to back it. Now the Kuonjan warriors would share their culture with these feeble men. Give them nothing but take everything from them...

The warlord listened to Lirzakarz’s words with a calm that belied the storm within. The cyborg’s disdain was evident, his pride and anger barely concealed beneath layers of metal and broken flesh. Beings like him and having no right to live according to the laws of the Kuonja, they corrupt their...

Tzar regarded the fleshy abomination with a freezing stare, his eyes narrowing as the twisted voice of Lirzakarz echoed through the chamber. The grand titles, the promises of power, and the invocation of the Dark Side were familiar and at the same time new to him, yet they stirred something in...

Location: Cha Kale System / Esthorhiel After Tzar had retrieved his artifacts and returned whole to his home planet he swiftly slew the false Kings that had driven his people into ruin and madness. A new power was established with Tzar at the head of its armies, all of them. An area of growth...

"Your Sparrow is well adjusted yes. A weapon, but also something more Yes." Tzar’s words were slow and deliberate, his broken Basic adding weight to each syllable. "You speak of it like a warrior speaks of his sword yes. Honoured and trusted. That is good yes." In Tzar's time as a naval...

Tzar settled into his seat in the backseat, his eyes watching James as he methodically prepared the ship for takeoff. The Silver Sparrow hummed with life as the engines came online. James’s earlier musings hadn’t gone unnoticed. Tzar could see the thoughts swirling behind the human’s eyes—the...

''I hear you, James Slinger, Yes, for you I shall not eat them, Yes'' The warlord understood the discomfort one could have seeing his own kind being eaten, and in the spirit of cooperation Tzar would hold back as much as he could. Tzar felt the ship's hum beneath his plated feet as they...

Tzar barely registered James' frantic shouting over the tantalizing scent of fresh blood that lingered in the air. The Rodian's fear was palpable, and Tzar could almost taste it already, fueling the primal hunger that rumbled deep within him. But then, James's hand grabbed him, pulling him out...

''This map is accurate, I made sure of it yes'' Men died for this information, tortured by the Kuonjan until they gave up all they knew. Tzar went on a self-proclaimed crusade of vengeance, for those who had incriminated themselves by taking what was his. After awakening from his forced slumber...

Unlike the Kuonjan, James showed no reaction to this vile drink. Tzar loved a good beverage yet his tolerance to them was ridiculously low. However, this never stopped him from outdrinking many of his kin. He might have to be carried to his cabin afterwards but he was not one to give up, not on...

The Kuonjan had yet to learn about sarcasm, Slinger's interest in his home as a location for vacation worried him. Esthorheil was a war-torn planet filled with colourful culture, but it was also filled with religious fanatics who hated outsiders and flesh-eating warriors waiting to test their...

Tzar watched as James raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by the warlord’s unusual manner of speech. It was an expression Tzar had seen before humans often found his tone and alien presence disconcerting. However, the smuggler’s curiosity and adaptability were promising traits. Especially if a...

Tzar’s three glowing eyes surveyed the scene, noting every detail of the cantina. The smell of spilt drinks and unwashed bodies mingled with the sharp tang of blood, now seeping from the lifeless Rodian on the floor. His contact, James—known as Slinger—had already proven his reputation with a...