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The Wook could sense the force swell up in Grug, so he held on with the force in an iron-strong grip around the pig-man's ankles to shackle him in place (although he was still free to fall hard on his snout). He did nothing about the horrific blast that erupted from Grug's ass except hold his...

As The Wook was thinking of gamorrean asses, one appeared after the simian creature. Speak of the devil...It was hauling ass, quite literally, as Grug seemed to be trying to make a speedy getaway. The sight was almost comical as the large, bulky frame hustled faster than a person on the street...

The Wook had been in the process of scratching his balls (more tricky than you'd think in wookiee guard armor) when a rumble sounded. He looked over at the building and stopped what he was doing. Rumbling was not good. That typically suggested things were about to go tits-up real quick. He'd...

The Wook hadn't met many of Andraste's husbands, just Cregan who was a cool as a cucumber motherkarker. Even if the guy used to be a Jedi or something. "Huuguughghg wuuh aarrragghuuhw uughguughhhghghghhhgh huurh aaaaahnr," he told Kravos as they entered the bar. "Huurh raaaaaahhgh, raaaaaahhgh...

The Nerf-Herder freighter barreled through the atmosphere as the sounds of battle and chaos came across the comms. It was music to The Wook's ears. Each blaster shot, each explosion, sounded as sweet to him as the hissing crack of a beer being opened. Balla's compound was under heavy assault by...

Learning about war being declared via the news was always a bizarre experience. But apparently the media moved faster than diplomatic overtures. The moment he thought that, The Wook broke out into raucous laughter. Diplomacy. Yeah right. They hadn't heard a single peep from the Republic, ever...

"Uuh huuguughghg huuguughghg uughghhhgh uughghhhgh aaahnruh," The Wook said, already regretting that last bottle of rakia. Who had thought of playing a game of pazaak where the loser had to take shots? It had been a great idea on paper. But in practice though, probably not. He quickly took a...

The Wook inhaled on his e-cig, held it all inside for a long moment, then released his breath into a long, thick cloud that spread out in front of him like a puff of smoke from a dragon. Or so dumb teens said. Drizzle pattered the streets and the top of the awning he was under with a hypnotic...

The White Wolves, now these were a people that The Wook could get along with. They were rough, tough, and had a vindictive streak that was hard to beat if you annoyed them. In other words, they were a group after his own heart. He had heard a little about Red, and most of it was from Nora. Not...

Asteroid mining was a hard, dangerous career. Even with the use of droids for the drilling and ore collection, accidents happened. Rocks fell, toxic or flammable gasses got released. Greenhorn miners made dumb mistakes and paid for it. Space was not a forgiving environment. The Wook had chose...

The translator droid followed them into Grux's office, which was helpful as The Wook had entirely forgotten he owned one of the damn things. He was not quite certain how he'd forgotten that. It would have been rather useful to bring it with today. Or on any number of other occasions when a...

Things were going their way now, despite the earlier setback of being pinned down by the fastest-organizing group of pirates ever. These guys were as good as some military outfits, but The Wook and Spectre were better. Or just lucky. It was probably luck, if The Wook hadn't brought that...

Ah shit, Kring was hit. Hopefully the pirate wasn't going to lose the leg, although a peg leg was kind of classic pirate. The Wook's shots hit the droid and knocked it out of commission, which was just as good because Faison was currently having a stroke or something and was now utterly useless...

Nothing about this situation was good. He knew Wyck only barely, having met just once. There were no favors to call in there. No leverage for Spectre's release. "Uughghhhgh uughghhhgh raaaaaahhgh," he grumbled to himself as Andraste continued speaking. He finished the wine, which did little to...

The Wook wrapped a large arm around the kid as he rather liked having his eardrums intact, and briefly mussed up Elix's hair. The news of how precisely how horrible Spectre had messed up did not greet him well. If he hadn't gotten captured, that would be one thing and possible to smooth over by...

The news that Andraste was not supporting Lucille was no surprise at all. Now that the loth cat was out of the bag, the Cartel’s influence over Alderaan had been lost. There could be a way to salvage something out of it, but it was a stretch. Elix climbed up onto his lap and started singing...

The Wook shrugged at Andraste's comment about not eating the baby that was now enraptured with him, and thought The Wook was a big ewok. "Aaaaahnr aaaaahnr, uggguh huuguughghg uughguughhhghghghhhgh aarrragghuuhw huurh," he answered nonchalantly as the kid tried to climb up his leg. The Wook took...

Sent to Andraste's chambers. If it was anyone else, The Wook would have made some crude jokes about that to the staff. Andraste may be fine, but she had a nasty streak to her. And like three husbands. Ain't nobody getting involved in that mess. One cucked husband was about all he was willing to...

Kelly's blaster bolt caught him on the chest plate, the armor material held though it wouldn't for many more shots. The Wook snapped his lightsaber to catch the second shot Kelly fired, then twisted it to catch the one Serena had fired his way, no difficult or complicated feat considering the...

Starlight Salvaging was the best-suited outfit in Cartel space to carry out what The Wook wanted done. It was not that other salvage operations were bad untrustworthy (well, that second part was up for debate), but Starlight was the best in terms of volume able to be delivered. They also didn’t...