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Shaitan hadn't left the Pink Panther Swoopers behind per sé, but cartel space was a terrible place to kick-back an relax. It was fine if punk was your thing, but if you're punking against a punk it really becomes more like sticking with the system than to it. So here he was, hailing the...

Shaitan had rushed back to his gang and more importantly, his swoop. "Good and bad news," he told the anxious gangers, but just as he went to throw his leg over his swoop a large gamorrean bumped into him and threw him -and his swoop- to the ground. It was immediately barred from doing any...

One of the Twins had replied in a way that Shaitan hadn't expected, but it was perhaps the better outcome? If it looked like he was about to lose the race he wouldn't have to risk his life to try and win it, but then what life could he expect working for the Hutts? Indentured servitude in a...

Following Gareth Zaa Fenn to offer tribute and welcome the Twin Hutts to adulthood was Shaitan Massa. He wasn't an enforcer that could stand there and look tough and battle-hardened. Without his swoop below his crotch he probably wasn't much to look at, either. Neither was his Pee-Pee's, the...