I am Jimbob Cooter, and I bought you for a Dollar.

[Valik]

800 years ago a Sith Lord by the name of Palpatine used a version of Sith Alchemy called Sith Mask to hide the physical effects. Today Warren Valik used that ability to change his face, his body, down to a genetic level. Along with Art of the Small to hide his force signature and his slicing ability he was able to craft whatever identity he wanted, whenever he wanted. Today, and a few days prior, he was a man by the name of Jim-Bob Cooter, with the sexiest face a man could dream of having. In a dirty wife-beater, torn jorts, and boots that smelled of manual labor and freighter parks he walked up to the door of the owner of Hekkler'kok. The company that made millions of guns, but didn't seem to ever catch one of the big contracts. Still, they seemed to be rolling in money somehow, as Corek himself had bid 3 million credits for date, so this venture should have been a profitable one.

"Jimbob Cooter" rang the doorbell, ready to collect on his winning from the auction.


[member="Noah Corek"]