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Blasted backward by this blasted backwards broken buffoon bent ‘n’ blinded by bitterness bigger than a bantha. Bitten by blazing bolts that bite like bricks, beaten and bamboozled beyond betterment, bit of a bent banana. But better believe big boy about being better and bolder, braver and...

So. It is known. It is known. Yet who can know? What does one Chevin know of such things? I am but a young girl and know little in the ways of war. He blinked. Suddenly remembering. His adversary, the Emperor, the Dark Lord of the Sith, or whatever he is, yes, this illusion… Staring Levin the...

A clap of thunder. Under the cracks. Like lightning in the hands. Biting, gnashing, mind gone mad. It crackles across the ceiling, rippling, ripping, wrenching hearts apart, riddling the carpet black. Charred, like a corpse, is what becomes of that hall in a chorus of screams as so many run and...

Enraged on the stage, they called him a fruitcake. NO. I CALL MYSELF A CUPCAKE. HEY HEY? Levin the Chevin, ain’t named Evan, no mistake. I AM THE DARK LORD OF THE SITH RAY. Rey. Rey? Rey Skywalker. M’kay. She may say. History. People are scared of naming names. Darth Vader. Darth Raze. Both...

"GYAAAAAAHAAAAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA!!" On dark plastic inbound… A Sith has come to town… His is a bloody business… This Sith and his frown… No time to clown around. Kids, please listen up now. This isn’t your average Sith. This is a very monstrous Sith. If you don’t believe it. Take a good look at...

Levin focused intently as the Acolyte began to bleed the crystal once more, all this just a show and the Chevin just a member of the audience. He knew intimately that position, that feeling. One on the stage, one among the audience, watching and listening as the musicians beat their drums and...

At the sight of a kneeling Acolyte, Levin tilted his head, or tried to in what way a member of his species could. Like his counterpart Champion, the Chevin found the entire display curious, though not really amusing. Proper though, perhaps. I still have to get used to the decorum of the Sith...

Levin had spent the past days and weeks ferrying himself around the galaxy, adventuring and venturing with little to show for it. An aimless journey, he had relented upon boarding his freighter before setting a course to Dromund Kaas. Playing my music as I had…but now the music makes the ears...

Lo, from the welkin came the harbingers of havoc. Pregnant with malice, the vessels of bygone silence approached with trails of wrath lingering behind their thrusters, ready to roar. One ship after the other, cradled in the sky as much to girdle the planet, they came upon the denizens of...

Hurrrrrmmmmmm. Levin looked left, looked right, having heard a “behp” that sounded like one of his very own burps only more of a blue belt belch than a black belt belch as was his own. On the other hand, on the other mouth, from the other end, came a whole different kind of something to rival...

The Grand Tour Museum on Trantor, an ecumomenuopoolis world, was not the biggest or best museum in the city but it was sophisticated enough. That day, it was no less busy, packed with tourists and all kinds of visitors, though no one ever suspected the Chevin. Levin Mumak strolled the floor as...