Prince of Katarr
KATARR
Nej Tane.
Pirate.
Mechanic.
Pilot.
Smuggler.
Scoundrel.
Spacer.
And now, technically, technically-
A governor? Of a planet? A Mandalorian Neo-Crusader Governor? Apparently, a half-asleep donation didn't just land him short of credits (and late on his rent), but rather- well, in charge/ownership of a planet.
Sort-of-planet.
Apparently some guy WAAAAY back in the day wiped this place out, so Nej was left with a hunk of rock, with a few scholars, explorers, and one small colony of what he assumed to be actual village idiots. Nej stood on the surface of his new planet- and sighed.
What a ripoff!
Those Mandalorian dicks sold him a useless rock!
Screaming out in frustration hilariously quiet behind his environmentally sealed suit, he kicked a rock from the hill he was standing on, and watched it land on some STUPID old RUINS of some STUPID civilization that was STUPID and got WIPED out by ONE GUY. What kinda planet gets wiped out by one guy? Nej had taken on at least five guys before, and they all said he was really good at taking them on.
Well, not really, they were dead, but they were tough. Really gave Nej a good thrashing. Really held him down.
But they were dead, and Nej wasn't. The point being, Nej didn't let five guys take him down, how could one guy take down a planet? Darth Nighthawk or whatever stupid Sith name apparently used a Sith straw to suck up the planet or something.
He screamed out in frustration again, throwing ANOTHER rock at ANOTHER ruin, and watched the ancient building crumble from the impact.
"This planet SUCKS!"