(ooc: I couldn't resist. Phibrizzo's race feeds off of negative emotions and positive ones make them feel ill.)
For the time being, Phibrizzo's primary goal was to figure out why death worked so differently here than it did in his universe, aside from the obvious answer of different universes. He was the being who controlled death and the afterlife in his home universe. Lord Hellmaster, although he'd learned that hell had a very different connotation for some beings. In his universe, souls slumbered in crystal. There was no positive or negative afterlife depending on how good or evil one was. Death simply was. His secondary goal was meeting high ranked members of the First Order. He and Xellos had no intention of serving under them - serving under humans was beneath them. But they seemed to be capable of a surprising amount of death and destruction with their technology, and it would serve his primary goal if he happened to be able to catch a soul before it joined the Force. So far he'd found that he could still summon spirits easily enough, but it wasn't the same.
All of those thoughts were interrupted by a dazed looking man reaching out to pull him into a hug. Phibrizzo flailed his small arms in exaggerated distress. Hugging was most definitely NOT okay! Ever. Unless he initiated it to manipulate someone. Usually with some sort of tragic story so he could feed off of their sadness all the while. The hazy joy radiating off this man was akin to curdled milk for humans. Thoroughly unappetizing.
"What are you talking about, mister? You're weird!"