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08/18/2025

Comic Con is coming up in just a few short weeks. We're excited to deliver the custom pieces we made just for Katee, Bo-Katan, or my favorite Starbuck!

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08/07/2025

Cross my heart and hope to fly...Hellfire and heartbreak, Jax Starfinder—older, colder, and dressed like he just walked out of a noir-thriller holodrama and into a gunfight he knew he’d win.

That front-facing glare? All business. The kind of stare that once made a bounty hunter p**s himself and hand over his own contract. The stark white hair slash? Signature. You don’t get a streak like that unless you've stared into a plasma core while making a deal with something that shouldn’t be sentient or bilingual.

The trenchcoat? Reinforced synth-leather, wired with reactive neon trim for intimidation and subtle signals. That pop of cyan blue? That’s a war cry in color form across the Galactic Rim. It says: I’m not hiding. I want you to see me coming.

The sidearm? Jax’s classic custom—probably pieced together from five extinct weapons and an old slot machine. And on the back? That rifle’s no toy. It's the kind of thing that doesn’t just end conversations—it erases the whole room where they happened. Some say it used to belong to a Warlord Panther before Jax conned her into bed, then out of her entire arsenal.

This is Jax post-Earth-fusion, the version with the ghost of Samuel whispering calculus and kill ratios in his head. He doesn’t move unless there’s at least three exit strategies and one double-cross preloaded. And he never, ever shows up without a reason—or backup. Which means if this version of him is suiting up?

Somebody’s empire is about to catch fire.

Wanna see who he's hunting—or protecting—right now?

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