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His eyes narrowed. If there was a village nearby with greater resources, why not just take that one? he considered. Partner this with his compatriots disdain for the elder's suggestion, which was etched over his face, and Hypaxian thought he had a bit of a plan. "A moment," he raised his hand...

Hypaxian disregarded the outburst of his 'General', and studied Aktaks face as he reacted to the news. He listened with interest as the village elder approached with a proposition as to how they could serve, and he grinned. Good to see these rustics know their place, the diminutive Dominar...

Hypaxian was not one to abase himself for the sake of profits, and so he kept his face impassionate as he spoke next "Then, I wish you the best." he nodded, turning his seat slightly "If the AMS Droids fail to outbid me, you have my comm. Good morning, Mr Skepta." With that, he turned his...

The diminutive dominar sat and grumbled to himself as the village elder appeared reasonably unfazed by his display of power. Indeed, there was no genuflection, insufficient cowering, and, all things considered, not much of anything bar an old man, looking tired. "So what is it you and your men...

Nodding along as the amber nectar of whatever this drink was burned its way into his reserve stomach, Hypaxian felt the need to light a cigar - yet, he did not have one. His sadness was immense, but soon quickly assuaged by the talk of a far greater pleasure - credits. As he picked up one of...

Hypaxian wasted little time on their journey, flicking through the information he had available on their mission as his compatriot filled him on the details of her own background. Whilst the tell-tale streaks of hyperspace filled their viewports, Hypaxian listened as the eldest child of the...

"Excellent," Hypaxian chortled to himself as agreement came in from the various parties on the assignment "Pilot, take us down." he added, as the vessels punched out of hyperspace and over the location of their perplexed quarry. Within an instant, the yacht would commence a steep angled decline...

Rude. All this travel, and I get offered a drink, what happened to the entertainment, the blood-sports? "Glad to have you here." Hypaxian smiled politely at the welcome, as the man got directly into the business of the day. He talked about the security contract Hypaxian was interested in...

"If your royal highness will allow it. I'll accompany you to a table. Tyris Thanewulf at your service." the accompanying bow worked wonders for Hypaxians humour, and he turned his chair to face the newcomer. A well-dressed man - not that that was out of place here on Canto Bight - and equally...

Hypaxian shuffled nervously in his seat at the suggestion he had a small fleet of pilots just waiting to leap in and save the day. However, not being one to admit his shortcomings, he merely smiled through it "Yes, certainly. A band of sky-jockeys the likes of which I bet you've never seen!"...

As the Spitfire thunked into position behind him, Hypaxian realised his great humility was not really needed in this situation. After all, he had a mercenary, a walking tank-droid and a freighter full of battle automata within shouting distance. What did these 'villagers' have? A stick, by the...

a self-satisified grin rested lazily on the tiny tryants face as he looked over the now operative droid, and picked up his datapad. "Splendid," Hypaxian muttered as he slaved the command console using his activation codes, and quickly stowed the code cylinder back in the arm of his hoverchair...

AS THE CHANDRILLIAN Dream dropped out of hyperspace, Corban Sonmi giggled and shuffled in his seat, rummaging around in his bad for his tickets, a grin etched from ear to ear as he readied himself for the ‘unforgettable’ weekend the tour office had told him was in store. Sat next to him, a...

Whilst Covax busied himself with his dinner plans, a Meynion did...well, whatever he was up to, Hypaxian was lost in his own world of diabolical schemes and plans. Drifting from the cockpit into the main ‘lounge’ area of the yacht, the diminutive despot found his mind wandering back to his youth...

"Pirates?" Hypaxian sounded somewhat surprised "My father, Dominar Hypaxian the Twenty-Sixth, had a great way of dealing with Pirates. Indeed, in his illustrious reign he often had to see them off the trading posts that dotted our asteroid belts. Blighers would sweep in, take what they wanted...

Hypaxian was amazed at his genius, for he had assembled quite an impressive array of hench-people for this job. The ship Wessex had come with was impressive, and the droid that currently stood onboard his personal yacht, looked suitably lethal. He acknowledged the droids probability calculations...

his ears effectively pricked up as his newfound drinking partner spoke of 'business', and Hypaxian, placing his glass down, practically bristled with delight, a large smile bursting across his face "Commerce! A passion of mine, make no mistake." he chuckled to himself, plopping an odd looking...

"Dom...in...ar." Hypaxian drooled to the suffering receptionist in the arrivals lobby "Don't tell me, you've 'Not got that on your system'?" he rolled his eyes and scoffed. Since arriving on this force-foresaken planet, Coruscant, earlier today, Hypaxian had sufferedl little more than...

Having made his way over to the bar himself, disappointed with the distinct lack of booth service, Hypaxian hovered up next to a young human male, and placed his hands on the bar. "Wow." the young man exclaimed, as the Shadwa Ubb drew level with him. "Indeed, it is I, Hypaxian the...

Zarking commoners. Hypaxian was angry. Not an hour had passed after the contract had been signed on Corvus, before he had been notified that some two-bit marauder had made off with the activation codes for the entire shipment of droids. Frooj had been less than helpful, carping on about how he...