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Well, here he was. Long ago, Kyp had sworn to himself that he'd never sink to joining up with the Hutt Cartel to gain employment and yet here he stood inside the Hutt Mogul's Palace on Nar Shaadaa. The Lepi Mandalorian had been too proud, relying on the strength of his Clan's name and the power...

The cantina on Mos Eisley had stood for a great many generations and, yet, it had never once achieved any semblance of legitimacy or class. Kyp preferred it this way. The lonesome Mandalorian had been suffering a string of humiliating defeats as of late and the bottle was the perfect solution...

"And coming out of the West Gate is the Mandalorian Lepi Kyp of Clan Vizsla!" Kyp stood in the sand of the arena as he let the roar of the crowd wash over him. How things had changed. He very distinctly remembered growing up as a street urchin on the mean streets of Coachelle Prime and how...

Kyp the Mandalorian was scowling underneath his helmet. He never really cared much for the Pykes and to be on the homeworld in the heart of the Pyke Syndicate's base of operations made his fur stand up on edge. They were tricky beings and had often stiffed Kyp for credits when he'd done the...

The cities of Rodia were sprawling masterpieces of culture and architecture, encased by iconic domes to protect the citizens inside. Kyrdo was definitely not a city of Rodia. Instead, it was mostly a loose collection of shanty houses and mud huts in the heart of Rodia's vast swampland. The...