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Gharet Solus
Frak the slugs. I will not fight at the command of those worthless cretins. They sit on their thrones getting drunk off slave wine and send us to bring them more through conquest. The concept of battle is foreign to them. They do not deserve the loyalty of the Taung, and those who follow them are fools.
My family is filled with fools. They think the fight is enough, but they are wrong. They do not fight for the Taung, they fight for the slugs. They are little better. That is why I do what I do. I am a Pathfinder, an explorer. A pariah to my people, I do what they shall not; I learn. I travel far and wide, dictating what I see, what I experience, and I learn of our enemy.
And, most importantly, I learn about the Hutts. I discover new atrocities of nature within their opulent palaces daily and I gather evidence. It has taken far too long already. The Hutts very existence corrupts the integrity of the Taung. We accept outsiders in to our ranks, allow for brutish Hutt ‘warriors’ to fight with us and command us.
So I gather evidence, and I gather true Taung to my side, and eventually I will rid the Taung of the slugs, with or without my family at my side.
(((This is all I'm writing, at least for now. You get the idea of him enough...)))
