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Vashiir would have ceased his firing upon hearing the vibrating sound of Mors' light saber swishing through the air and slicing through metal, a sinking feeling filling his gut as he peered to the track and saw the orange glow of heated metal, cut clean in half. He'd quickly begin to scramble...

Vashiir rose slowly as he gained mobility once more, Mors' oppressive force powers having been lifted from his person as he lost his focus with the movement of the platform that they were upon. Though, his time spent rising was not met with any idle moments from Mors, Vashiir facing the stab of...

Character Name: Vashiir Rank: Independent (Bounty Hunter Contract) Link: http://www.thestarwarsrp.com/forum/index.php?threads/vashiir.64346/#post-1234855 Mission: Outpost Calna Muun

________________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________________ OF CLAWS AND KIN CHAPTER 1 “Don’t play stupid with us.” a voice said, the shrouding thickness of the hood placed over his...

With a nod, Vashiir would begin to lead Mors through the crowds of strange aliens exchanging credits after the results of the conflict which had recently ensued down in the pit. After wending through the undulating masses, they'd find themselves walking down a narrow corridor, which opened up...

Vashiir would feel himself being manipulated without so much as a few moments to try and recompose himself, feeling his body being forced down and crushed under Mors' will, the Farghul finding it difficult to draw the breath he required from the strenuous force. With strained movements, Vashiir...

As the chiming of the intercom system continued to reiterate it's message, Vashiir would have glanced back in his sprint, having noticed quickly that not only was Mors not following him, but that an access had opened on the side of the hall. With little time to decide, He would have decided to...

Vashiir stumbled forward once he'd gained his freedom as he purchased for air, not realizing just got long he'd been unable to breathe until after he had free access once more. In his gasps for air, he'd have only just barely reacted to the vertically aligned wave of shimmering heat which roiled...

Vashiir would struggle in Mors' choke hold, feeling his mental influence washing over him like a stream of warm water, his mind clouding as he felt his muscles relaxing of their own accord. Why was it that he didn't want to be strangled again? It took him a few moments before he shocked himself...

Vashiir had seen this trick before. Many desperate saber wielders had tried this time and time again when they saw he was able to deflect their sabers to try the saber flicking trick on him, but every one of his stances held multiple purposes. Since his right foot was shifted forward and his...

Vashiir stood as Mors approached, trying to read his movements, before settling on a course of action. His tail swished impatiently until Mors' arrived in front of him and his body spoke its intentions, where Vashiir would act with purpose. Vashiir would shift his left foot out and raise his...

Vashiir would have done his best to stop his advance as he saw the slash, pushing back as he placed his right foot and sliding along the floor, able to stop just before the swing of Mors' light saber, but not in enough time to react to the force push, feeling the wave of energy smack against his...

"Shut up and focus." his voice echoed through the transmitter which permitted his voice outside of his helmet, before he'd swiftly flick his blaster up to fire a lazily aimed shot at Mors' saber wielding hand, most likely missing entirely. Having fired from the hip he'd quickly sheath the...

Vashiir collided with the Jedi in a flurry of sparks, his vibro-gauntlets allowing him to deflect each of the swordsman's swings in turn, taking a small hop back as he found no opening to move in on in the Jedi's defenses. He'd flit his eyes to follow his opponents as he saw that his attentions...

Vashiir, clad in his typical armor, made his way through the maze like ruin, carefully scaling long roots which obscured the path and lined the floors, making what was once a straight walk into a miniature obstacle course. With blaster drawn, he'd carefully navigate the branches and occasionally...

Phew! After a weekend of work I've got chapter one finished! I plan on adding more, and i'll most likely be making changes to what I have currently as time goes on, so keep an eye out if you're interested or something.

Vashiir would have glanced over to the arena as the crowd roared, casually slipping a hand into one of the nearby gamblers' pockets as they was distracted, nabbing a few credit chips and quickly slipping them into his own pocket. After the crowd had settled down, the Farghul would begin chatting...

Upon entering the enclosure, Vashiir would find himself overwhelmed with the sudden presence of such loud and sharp noises, a stark contrast to the near lifeless calm just outside of those walls they'd entered. He'd take a moment to gain his bearings, finding his ears twitching frantically in...

Vashiir would have lingered for a moment and checked his person for all of his belongings before following after Mors, keeping a hand near his blaster which rested at his hip as he scanned his vernal gaze over the horizon, drinking in the visuals of the surface of Ziost. Vashiir hadn't spent...

The Farghul gave a light nod, then lofting his right arm and beginning to rapidly type into an input pad hidden under a plated panel on the underside of his right forearm. After a few moments of rapid tapping, he'd flip the panel over the keypad and look back up to Mors. "Archived. I look...