Recent content by Thweezo Vrazal

As Thweezo struggled to his feet he followed Kholovar and Marissa into the abandoned building, rubbing the back of his sore neck and peering into his electronics bag. At first glance the damage to his computer seemed minor, the casing looked alright and the only outwardly broken part of the...

Between the hulking Kholovar and the sudden appearance of Marissa, the poor Sullustan looked like he was about to soil his shorts. He had expected a bit of trouble, but not getting ambushed by two clearly well armed and prepared bruisers. And then there was Thweezo. Once the message was sent he...

It was a weekend night, nowhere to go and nothing to do, and as was so often the case in this scenario, Thweezo Vrazal found himself sitting at the kitchen table of his dingy, two-room apartment, hammering away at his keyboard in naught but his underwear. Something he liked to do in his off...

Thweezo was relieved to see that the rest of the gang was interested in his plan, but was decidedly less happy to see the beast flip and leap and crawl his way up the side of the building to the roof. The human took a decidedly less flashy way up the side of the bar, but still made a flying leap...

The Kubaz scanned the people in the bar, a few checking their datapads and comlinks but nothing of particular note happened. No fistfights, no frantic searches, which meant that whoever he was dealing with wasn't a jittery lunatic. That could be good, or that could be bad, but Thweezo was having...

With his equipment finally arrayed for glorious cyber-battle, Thweezo started clacking away at his keyboard, hunched over the device in his usual mixture of giddy excitement and gripping paranoia. Public slicings like this were always a risky venture, but living in the Outer Rim had taught...

Tweezo hated field work. And lava. And giant aliens that looked like they could bite his head off in one go. But he also really liked credits and influence, so he was sucking it up and keeping his proboscis shut about his many, many misgivings. The great, shaggy beast was the first to make a...

Nar Shadda, 19:19 Local Time The Twisted Transistor Bar There was some part of Thweezo that deeply regretted leaving his safe, secure, blaster-free position as a government number-cruncher behind. He'd never shot somebody before, short of his floundering attempts to run the gauntlet of...