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"Focus," Vulpesen growled, his hand raising to point at a tree surrounded by scorched patches of earth. "You can blast at imperial forces all day long, but until you learn to pick our their commanders, you're just tickling the carmuuth. You need to strike at the head." His words were emphasized...

Over the decades, Vulpesen had come to wear many hats. Planetary leader, CEO, Arch-Wilder, and most recently, liaison between force orders. It was in this capacity that he found himself peering over a bit of paperwork that made him raise a brow. Due to their status as a non-conventional force...

A sigh left Vulpesen as he approached the edge of the Amaran forest. As usual, he couldn't shake the feeling that it'd been too long since he'd visited home. Then again, what was there to visit anymore? Zarro was gone. Even his company's ownership was generations down and thus removed from any...

The court-yard was empty save for a series of braziers, containers, and a large pile of stones. Most of it hadn’t been set up by Vulpesen. Such work had been done by a squad of soldiers he had brought with him to drop the items off. Of course, each had been disarmed before entering the temple...