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"Roger that!" Jorge chuckled. Instead of aiming for the driver of one of the bikes, he set his crosshairs on the lead bike and squeezed the trigger. A volley of red blaster bolts crippled the machine, sending it tumbling across the desert sand. Just as the Half-Breed predicted, it got in the way...

Jorge didn't wait to hesitate about where Aden got the swoop bike and hopped on. Once the speeder got moving, the Enforcer sent word to Shere that the mission was complete and that Jorge had Tulo's head for proof. Usually, Jorge didn't work for anyone besides his Lorda, but Jorge also needed a...

"WOAH!" Jorge hadn't expected Aden to bounce back on his feet so quickly. "You one tough bugger, aren't yuh?" He chuckled before drawing his E-11. However, when the pilot dashed for a window, Jorge had to pause and think about that tactic. "I'm too- ARgh-" A blaster bolt connected with the...

When Aden gave the word, Jorge closed in the distance between him and the pirate. The captain fired a blaster bolt in the Enforcer's direction, but Jorge was able to weave out of the way before tackling the Weequay. Pride swelled within Jorge as he began beating the shit out of Tulo with his...

Seven... Eight... Nine... Oh damn it- That was like, three in one swing. Jorge grimaced. Hacking and slashing all of these bodies was bloody work. Now, raw meat didn't bother the Enforcer at all, but he was no fan of anything spoiled or rotten. That included children. Speaking of children...

A pit fight? That wasn't a punishment at all! Jorge practically grew up in a gladiator arena- this was going to be the best way to show his support and loyalty to the Hutts. He should of thought about this before giving a severed head as a trophy- Stupid Half-Breed. <Fa noa-a mah cuova bai...

The smell of alcohol peeked the Half-Breed's interest, but Jorge shook his head. He had to be focused- partying with the enemy was not being focused. When the bouncer stopped the pair, Jorge scoffed. He was larger than the fat pirate, but before Jorge could bash the bouncer's face in, Aden spoke...

<Xol pouicna mee cokha an koose yanka bai bu Zaa Fenn woceuea. Goo doth wa whemana coo kouatkeca mee dan.> Jorge shrugged. He wasn't entirely sure if this was the best gift to give right now. But, the Tognath did have a bounty on his head that had the Hutts had placed on him. <Whao kuna kee...

Jorge knew that he was supposed to hold all of the Hutts in high regard, but Arok would never be Nor'baal in the Half-Breed's eyes. Either way, he didn't want to upset the lesser Hutt's papa by refusing to offer any sort of tribute, so he made sure to attend this gathering with a small...

"Huh?" Jorge turned to face an older looking Rodian. "Holy shit..." Jorge was awestruck after he realized who had called him by name. "You... Ain't you... Dead? It's... It can't be... Damn straight- You're Preef Callo!" Jorge smiled giddily and gladly made his way over to fight by the...

"Right, right..." Jorge agreed. Perhaps stealth would be a little better than rushing in and clobbering everyone. "Uh, maybe we can take 'em by 'emself, huh? Draw 'em out, chop his off n' be done." Jorge suggested. If they were going to be stealthy might as well go all in on that idea. Now they...

Who the hell was Tall Tulo? From what Jorge got from this guy's reputation was that he was a fifteen foot slaughter machine. No one was fifteen feet tall, Jorge knew that. Nothing was bigger than his glorious Lorda, Nor'Baal, and nothing slaughtered more than the Half-Breed Enforcer. Or at least...

Jorge clenched the E-11 in his hands a little tighter. The Half-Breed wasn't afraid of anything! But... But maybe the undead were a little creepy was all. Maybe Jorge had no intention of becoming a zombie. Maybe he could use the fear to fuel his feral rage the festered within him. Maybe that...

Jorge was never good at gambling, but he had no intention of doing any of that today. Some six-eyed creep literally named 'Six-Eyes' requested to meet with him and a few others of the Hutt Cartel. What could a gambler offer to Jorge's Might Lorda? The Half-Grimlyn didn't know. But again, that...

Bulk arrived as one of Nor'baal's deformed Gamorrean guards. He, however, stood out from the rest with his henchmen armor and his red-brown skin hue. However, everything else about him screamed space-boar but he couldn't care less. Whatever his Lorda wanted from him today, he would deliver! Who...