Recent content by Nicolás Cormond

Theme. “My dear sena—“ The transmission died the moment Nicolás crushed it in his hand. His last few moments of life would not be accompanied by the spiteful words of some overweight manure. He was done with Nem’ro the Hutt as much as he was with him. What Nicolás wanted to hear was Numenius...

There it was: the man he loved. For all his life, Nicolás was neglected. He was a bastard, alienated by his own father, pushed into isolation. His only comfort was power, and the friends it brought. On Brentaal, in the Senate— power was all he wanted. Then, it brought him Senator Pax. His life...

Why? “I have wasted so much of my life worried about my legacy. I was ambitious and manipulative. I wanted to fill this hole my father so willingly left.” He beat his chest, taking one step forward but not too close. “I wanted to kill him. A piece of me still does.” “I wanted the world I...

Nicolás turned to Numenius, shocked by the surprising turn of events. Had the other man just shot and killed his own father despite everything he heard? His eyes darted from him to Ergo before he realized what happened. The blaster was on stun, his father still alive, and now, Numenius had...

“Stomach my continued existence? Present myself for arrest?” Ergo echoed the words of the Senator, his tone bathed in absolute scorn. He couldn’t believe what the young man was saying, and neither could Nicolás. He was glad, if not completely taken, by the devotion and defense Numenius displayed...

Nicolás turned, surprised by his answer. Did he have something to say before he confronted the head of his family name? Before he did something the other man might not feel was right? He knew Senator Pax was a clever strategist, but he was also a forgiving man. A man of peace. What would he...

Starved, exhausted, uncertain. The men situated behind the walls of Ergo Cormond’s fortress were made desperate after weeks of isolation and bombardment. The siege left every man thirsty for an escape and hungry for salvation, and at dawn, that long desired salvation came. As streaks of daylight...

He wasn’t sure. Not of Numenius’ plan, which Nicolás was completely confident in. Rather, he was concerned about the other man throwing himself out on the line. The Senator believed in him, but he was afraid of losing what was gained. He loved him, and if the mission to infiltrate the Redoubt...

Nicolás and the Commander both offered a look of surprise at his response. Not because the strategy he had in mind was wrong, but because it was right. Not amateurish, but brilliant. What he suggested was that their force unexpectedly scatter by a staged enemy attack and funneling in rigged...

Commander Nadina looked to Numenius, completely stoic and expressionless. As a member of the mercenary army of the Trade Guild and Brentaal, it was clear she wasn’t paid for her camaraderie. She was a soldier at heart and in mind. Already, Nicolás could tell the woman was not too fond of the two...

Nicolás watched as the Senator of Bestine was escorted from the chambers. He bit back a laugh, knowing the man was acting as nothing more than a grown child. His speeches were elaborate, boring and utterly unnecessary. He gave little time for other Senators, which made up the far majority of...

“I think nothing of it. If you believe Senator Pax and I share anything beyond being members of the Senate, then you are the one who is mistaken. And if you still believe your taunts will intimidate me, think again.” He stared at Nem’ro straight in the eye, remaining expressionless despite the...

. Nicolás had found it hard to sleep. One could say it was because of a certain man on his mind, and while Numenius was one, there was another: his father. After the Trade Guild publicly voiced their support for Senator Cormond and disavowed his father, the old man had decided to slink...

“That’s new.” He laughed the second after Numenius pulled away from the unexpected kiss. Without a doubt, he stole it. And without a qualm, Nicolás welcomed it. He wanted a hug but instead had found himself falling into a pair of lips, falling into a relationship he prayed would never end. Even...

“Be my guest, Nem’ro. Flex your imaginary muscles, slither your way out from Ryloth and into the heart of the Republic. See how well you might fare against the forces of Brentaal, the Grand Army and the Jedi Order even as the Sith inch into your territory.” He taunted the Hutt, proud and...