Recent content by Burk

Deciding it would be a good idea to roar at the attacking droids, in order to intimidate them, Burk let out a loud bellowing noise, sending spittle flying everywhere as he and his brother approached. With enemies now within melee range, Burk spotted the largest of his foes, a B2 Battle Droid...

Burk huffed audibly when his master calmed down. He had been looking forward to breaking a few of the Duros’ ribs - yet now his master had decided against a violent course of action, Burk was denied his fun. Rolling back and forth on the balls of his feet as he tried to get over the missed...

Burk? The thought shot through his mind with the clarity of a shooting star, as the Gamorrean realised that the real threat was now far greater than the mobile tapestry, Salbecca. Promising himself that he would one day return for round two with the Wookiee, he turned to face the robotic voices...

With the Master settled into his throne, the business-talk, which Burk had little understanding of, would now begin. In his customary manner, the porcine protector settled into his position, and drew his ax - a vicious looking vibro-weapon - holding it in a guard stance, his beady eyes scanning...

With the Wookiee well and truly disarmed, Burk saw little reason to object to not scalping him when the instruction came in. After all, Ms. Livi could always ask them to scalp him later, no? His limited focus never left the Wookiee as the commotion around him grew, Burk safe in the knowledge...

A Wookiee! Burk snarled as the walking carpet made his precense known, and his anger at the sight of opposition only grew as the Wookiee said something he didn't understand. In fact, Burk had not understood anything anyone had been saying since he arrived, so he was thankful when Livi made her...

With his brother at his side, and these two humanoid creatures, Theo and Livi with them, Burk felt pretty powerful. He followed Livi has she shouted something in basic, which, being unable to understand basic, Burk did not understand. "Urk!" he snorted, puntuating the noise by slamming his hardy...

Burk had never been to Ploo II before, and he had already decided he didn’t like it; at all. A small detachment of heavies had been sent down a few hours ago, at the behest of their paymaster, Nor’baal Desilijic Fa’athra, to ‘restore balance’. Burk had no idea what that even meant, and he didn’t...

At least one of the gathered bar-fighters was on the money. Kyps concerns about the local protection scene, were rapidly coming to fruition as a large skiff pulled up outside the bar, atop it standing a large, swarthy porcine alien, with the sigil of the Desilijic Clan tattooed on his trunk-like...

<Ritke woy gahke la doth kacdy, an oto vo wa panbocn wahca apiua dah hoohah. Kaee bakenu che twa rulya, paknee ata twa kon.> the instruction from the Masters Majordomo was one Burk thought he could pretty easily follow. He liked being on Tatooine; the planet was a brutal and rough place, and...