Recent content by Callahan McKoy

Out of the corner of his eye Callahan saw Sakas launch herself onto the back of one of the droids and then basically rip its head off. His expression phased through a series of emotions starting with shock which gave way to horror and then finally reverences. He made a mental note to avoid the...

"Nothing official, but yeah I'm working something." McKoy didn't elaborate but for just a moment his eyes unfocused and he drifted into his own little world. He came too as Kanan began speaking and he downed the rest of his drink. "Speaking of free time, I'm afraid I just ran out of it." Cal...

Cal retreated behind cover as the deluges of blaster fire ate into the console he was using for cover. He brought his second blaster out spinning as he heard Sakas return fire. The cacophony of battle was all-consuming and anything she'd said would have been missed by Cal, but that didn't stop...

Callahan moved to frisk the pirate who assured the ranger numerous times he had no intention of resisting, McKoy was extra thorough. While he was patting down the captain, the stowaway mystery droid, Sakas had affectionately named Robocutie, rolled over to the console and connected to it. The...

Callahan let out a low whistle in response to Kanan's admission. "Nine years? Not bad, I was with CorSec about that long, I've only been with The Ranger's a few months. Any tips?" McKoy shifted in his seat deciding Kanan was someone worth bullshitting with. Nine years was a decent amount...

Cal finished his whiskey and ordered another, his mood was darkening as the puzzle of his cousin’s disappearance taunted him. The crowd around him continued in their revelry and his jealousy bubbled into an acidic ire. He closed his eyes, mentally breathed himself for letting his addiction throw...

Callahan McKoy stared at the dull white ceiling in the dim light of his quarters on the newly acquired mobile headquarters. The ship was much larger than anything the Corellian was used to, but it's paramilitary flow was a welcomed routine to his generally chaotic life. His mind poured over...

Callahan jogged down the grimy corridors of the pirates ship both blasters in hand, and a spunky little astromech in tow. The security footage would look like something ripped right outta Galaxy Wars. They rounded a corner and the grizzly sight gave McCoy pause. Blaster fire had painted this...

The Fortunate Son fell into evasive maneuvers as the enemy corvette dumped superheated plasma into the weekend ship. Portions of the Syphna exploded throwing molten slag across the starscape like the ammunition cast from trebuchets as Cal narrowly evaded joining their ranks. A portion clipped...

Callahan's sea-green eyes watched out the viewport as the enemy sprung their trap. The three fighters were angled directly toward the Gozanti flying in a loose V formation and followed by, what Cal assumed was the flagship of their force. Sakas seemed determined to hole up and let them come to...

McKoy considered pointing out that most ships trying to take the other out aim for the engines. After all, a sitting duck is a cooked one, but he didn't see the point so, he just let the remark hang in the air as he angled The Fortunate Son for docking. Sakas let him know she was entering the...

"Name's Cal." The newly minted ranger cut in as his partner for the mission Sakas asked his opinion. Callahan maneuvered The Fortunate Son above the two warring ships. The chatter over the open coms was grating on his already wavering patience. His eyes slid along the body of the Gozati and as...

Frak me... thought Callahan as the newcomer mentioned the Sith Occupation. The last he'd heard the idea of the Sith was a rumor... His professional paranoia started to wonder if Darren had been caught up in some scheme that involved the order, but he quickly pushed it away. The revelation of...

As Callahan sidled up to the bar he reached for a smoke, but a quick survey and the reaction of the droid from earlier dissuaded him. He took his seat and ordered a Corellian whiskey neat. The server droid returned with a plastic disposable cup and set it down. Cal stared at it blinking one to...

The boarding ramp for the fortunate son lowered with it's usual harsh expulsion of compressed air, as Callahan McKoy lit up a Corellian Spirit and took a breath. He'd just landed on the ecumenopolis of Denon and wasn't thrilled with the prospect of hitting the beat on this overpopulated...