Recent content by AaronW

Hood up, head down. It was in this manner that Zallek entered the bar, his black cloak over top of his red Acolyte's robes, boots hitting the floor slab with muffled thuds. Mere seconds in the joint and a daft, drunkard of a man came barreling through the same entrance Zallek had just came...

Whoops, sorry I missed this. Yeah I'll have a go at it this evening.

Yes, sorry. I lost track of the thread. I'll get it today.

So I am still pretty new to the community but I felt like sharing a little bit of myself (what an awkward way to start a thread). My career path is in cinematography, Post-production/film-editing, and photography. I have only a year left of my bachelor's before proceeding to my master's, but...

Nah, I just figured it was time Zallek took another hit. He is mortal and all.

Posted. Let me know if you'd like me to change anything. Your previous post was nice. Smooth move!

Caught entirely off guard! A hiss of pain spat from the yellow-skinned zabrak, the Jedi's saber searing the most miniscule amount of flesh from his shoulder. His red robes burnt perfectly and any blood that there might have been from a steel blade did not spew forth, as the lightsaber...

I posted in Basic Four. Please let me know if you'd like me to change anything as I wasn't quiet sure how else to retaliate given the number of students involved haha.

In a flash, Mira loosened herself from the younger female, kicking her away and leaping backwards. Zallek was indeed in awe and craved the opportunity to learn more than anything at this very moment. He thought, above all things that he would be ready for Mira's strike as he brandished his dual...

Both of the Brolar siblings took in the words of the Master before them and processed them very differently. Zallek was all ears for the instruction on the saber form. He much desired to immerse himself in such teachings and truly master such a fighting style over time. Her words sank into him...

Poor word choice on my part lol

Yes, you are correct! hahaha Sorry for not being more descriptive with the strikes.

The attempt to put room between them had been a success, but Zallek had suffered the burn of the Jedi's lightsaber to his thigh and hissed in pain. Rage crept into his mind, having suffered a blow from one so far beneath him. He too wished to lash out much in the same way that his adversary had...

Cool. How about a fourth, eh guys?

Bumping this. I'll give it another day or two.