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Alfie It Is Brewing His father was a humble freighter—a man grateful for another day to toil upon a journey and traverse the stars. Alfie was reared in the streets of Corellia, head held high to the celestials and eyes wide to the infinite abyss above him. He waited day after day for his...

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NAME CHARACTER'S FULL NAME AGE YEARS (DOB) FACTION JEDI REBEL SITH ETC - CURRENT RANK header Nori grape silver beet broccoli kombu beet greens fava bean potato quandong celery. Bunya nuts black-eyed pea prairie turnip leek lentil turnip greens parsnip. Sea lettuce lettuce water...

✫ THE TEMPEST TOILS ⎯⎯⎯and on it toils.

How about fellow Sith Lord Sith Avlis? Perhaps letting Jedi master Juno Armstrong to escape death so many years ago. Or maybe as mandated by the Council as punishment for consorting with and pledging allegiance to the Sorcerors of Rhand?

Jedi? Sebastian perked up. The mention of the famed 'guardians of peace' piqued his interest, as he'd never encountered one in all his travels. Up close and personal, that is. There was plenty of rumor and tall tale surrounding the Order, not to mention their undeniable roles in the galaxy's...

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Sebastian had a taste. The unrefined, raw flare that stretched down his throat brought a twinkle to his eyes. He was never a man of luxury nor grandeur, and to him not even the oldest of wines or most expensive of liquors compared to the savor of a real man's drink. Some things never change, no...

Woohoo! I'm back in business.

A hot breeze wafted from the cantina's entrance as it slid open with a tired squeek, grazing the few that sat, stoic and slouched, near the entrance. Accompanied by it walked an elder man, his face riddled by his many years. Sebastian Lander was his name, a humble merchant with neither too much...

Ryan tells me you're back?

The Imperial agent snarled, a ghastly image. Lips creased about his wrinkles in a frown, his hairless head contracting in rage. His agitation only widened at the servant's approach. The agent waved a gnarled hand about him. "Incompetence! Containing the traitor was your only task." He stopped...