Kozz
Terror of Trandosha
"Nothing..." Kozz hissed to himself, large feet dragging through the sand as he approached the moderately populated hangars. Tatooine had provided nary a well-paying job, and the few he did suffer through hadn't payed nearly as generously as he'd have liked. Therefore, the Trandoshan had deemed it a worthwhile endeavor to leave the planet, to find new stomping grounds in which he could flex his skills as a Bounty Hunter.
Perhaps his disappointment stemmed from unmet expectations. He had, after all heard many stories as a child of the hunts that occurred on the sand planet, particularly some his father had taken part in. The reality he faced was that this planet came off as little more than a hub of smugglers, criminals, and low lifes, none of which were the sort Kozz found himself eager to associate with. Not even to mention the cheap and sometimes downright despicable tactics he found himself facing at the hands of the Tatooine regulars. A sense of pride and honor had clearly never been instilled in them, one more thing that seemed so foreign to the reptilian. On the bright side, Kozz did possess his own mode of transport, a minimally modified Ramship, one that, at a time, was used by the hunting parties his father once led.
All of these thoughts, and many more, sifted through the mind of the Trandoshan while he pushed past smaller life forms, becoming more anxious to leave the Sand-World with each passing moment. "Out of my way!" He snarled, plowing straight through a huddled pack of Jawas. As had been the case with the rest of the planet, he showed no kindness to any, any fewer still caught his attention in a positive sense.
Taru Cadera
Perhaps his disappointment stemmed from unmet expectations. He had, after all heard many stories as a child of the hunts that occurred on the sand planet, particularly some his father had taken part in. The reality he faced was that this planet came off as little more than a hub of smugglers, criminals, and low lifes, none of which were the sort Kozz found himself eager to associate with. Not even to mention the cheap and sometimes downright despicable tactics he found himself facing at the hands of the Tatooine regulars. A sense of pride and honor had clearly never been instilled in them, one more thing that seemed so foreign to the reptilian. On the bright side, Kozz did possess his own mode of transport, a minimally modified Ramship, one that, at a time, was used by the hunting parties his father once led.
All of these thoughts, and many more, sifted through the mind of the Trandoshan while he pushed past smaller life forms, becoming more anxious to leave the Sand-World with each passing moment. "Out of my way!" He snarled, plowing straight through a huddled pack of Jawas. As had been the case with the rest of the planet, he showed no kindness to any, any fewer still caught his attention in a positive sense.

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