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"Thanks," Galen replied, catching the canteen the Mandalorian offered. It was a kind gesture, and Galen wasn't about to turn him down. He unscrewed the cap and allowed the water from the canteen and run down his dry throat. Then he returned the canteen to its owner, nodding his appreciation...

] From behind him, Galen thought he heard the Mandalorian yelling something about, "Watch where you shoot," but it was difficult to hear anything over the sound of the whole place collapsing around them. All Galen could focus on was falling rock and dirt and on putting one foot in front of the...

Galen fired a few haphazard shots at the approaching creatures before making a run for it, just like Laren had said to. It was never wise to argue with a man holding an ION grenade. Chysim had gotten a head start on him, but due to the Trandoshan's large size, Galen was able to catch up with him...

Galen couldn't have agreed more. Diving into a pit filled with large, abnormally colored monster eggs was the last thing he wanted to do. You don't have to say that twice, he thought to himself as he continued to stare down into the chasm. Laren's next words drew his attention upward, back to...

Both the Mandalorian and the Trandoshan were family men. The Mandalorian had a brother, and the Trandoshan had a father. It was admirable, to be willing to fight to the death for the ones you cared about. To be willing to defend their honor, their legacy, and their lives no matter the personal...

"What am I fighting for?" Galen repeated, repeating the Trandoshan's question. It took him by surprise. He did not expect Chysim to ask such a personal question. He seemed more like the shoot first and never ask questions type. Or perhaps that was Laren. "It's a job," he answered, shrugging as...

"Sounds like a plan to me," Galen replied upon hearing the Mandalorian's plan. It was simple and straightforward, and he could appreciate that. Throw a grenade and blow them up, and do whatever was necessary to accomplish that one goal. It was better not to complicate things. Life was already...

Galen struggled to his feet, winded from the blow that had sent him flying across the room. A hand slid to his aching side as his eyes followed the movements of the Mandalorian and Trandoshan. Laren fired at the first beast, but each blaster bolt was deflected by the creature's thick, sturdy...

Per the Mandalorian's suggestion, Chysim Reech led the way deeper into the mine. Silence settled over the three men: a Mandalorian, a gunslinger, and a Trandoshan. The galaxy truly was a melting pot, and although the three men came from different backgrounds, this mission brought them together...

Galen chuckled to himself and replied, "No. No, I wouldn't doubt the word of a Mandalorian." If he did, it could very well be the last thing he ever did. "I don't want to kick off just yet. There's still a lot of the galaxy that I'd like to see." The silence of the mine had been unsettling...

”I don’t know,” Galen answered, frowning as he stared down into the face of the dead miner. The dead man stared back at him, his eyes open and lifeless. Cold. “Some kind of animal.” There was no time to haul his corpse out of the mine for a proper burial, so Galen slid his fingers gently over...

Don’t call the Mandalorian’s armor a “suit.” Galen would remember that. It seemed to be a touchy subject. Perhaps that was the case with all Mandalorian. Galen had yet to meet enough of them to know. He was sure Laren would not be the last Mandalorian he would encounter on his journeys, but...

Great. Now I look like an idiot in front of the big, bad Mandalorian, Galen thought to himself. Oh, well. It wasn’t the first time he’d looked like an idiot, and he was certain it wouldn’t be the last. Anyway, whatever the Mandalorian did or didn’t think of him was beside the point. The two of...

Galen stood there, staring into the mine yet unable to see anything past the entrance. It was dark inside. His feet didn’t seem to want to move. Maro’s deep voice broke his concentration. “You going in or what?” “Yes, of course.” The young rogue stood tall and took a single step toward the...

Outer Rim Territories: Ryloth The boarding ramp of Galen’s 3-Z Light Freighter lowered and hit the dirt beneath with a small thud. Galen stood at the top of the ramp, staring out from the plateau where his ship sat and into the forests beneath. Ryloth was as hot and humid as he remembered...