Recent content by Dalair Solus

Duran got to figuring out beer pong on a luxury party yacht's VIP section with the kind of remarkable jury-rig proficiency of a man raised by pirates. A lovely wood table of sufficient length would work, and various glasses of different expensive beers- some spiked with bonus alcohol, of course-...

Dalair followed and moved into action as Blank started the fight, shooting forward to scoop up one of the gangsters in a wrestling tackle and slamming them into the bar counter with a pronounced crunch. While his species under the helmet was concealed, Firrerreon strength helped a much in a...

He nodded in grim agreement. There was no great joy in spilling Mandalorian blood, even most exiles, but they will have chosen their path and the two Solus had chosen theirs. If they met with lethal impact, well... This was the Way. Passing the fleeing civilians without interest, Dalair...

Dalair looked out at the surrounding landscape from behind his helmet's visor. Once the warrior clans of Mandalore had been exiled here, among other places, by the pacifists who'd taken control of Mandalore. Now it was just another hive of scum and squalor in the Mandalore system. A poncho...

Dalair spent most of his time these days in or around the Citadel itself. Working in the forge, repairing or maintaining the structure and its technology, and other similar support tasks. So of course he'd be there for a grand gathering of clans. He wore his usual ceremonial armor, arms...

Dalair saw the Jedi sorceress' hand movement and heard the spinning shoto buzz through the air after it struck his left shoulder, a burst of adrenaline focusing senses and instinct through pain. Already leaning over, he scrambled to slide his right leg left, pushing off with his planted left...

Dalair's left hand missed his repulsor control since his right arm was abruptly shoved to the side, his body twisting to follow the arm and keep balance. Suddenly free from the debilitating sorcery but now facing down the thrown shoto directly, he leaned rightward with the shove's momentum...

Dalair's empowered pistol shot still went off, but off-center from where'd he meant it to be, whizzing somewhere behind Crix. What the dizziness did do was make him stop moving rightward, planting his feet in place where he stood to compensate. Seeing the thrown lightsaber, Dalair released his...

Dalair's target's guard was up, dissipating shots and moving to the side. His carbine smoothly swiveled to track her, continuing to shuffle rightward away from Nox all the while. The armorer seemed to have the Jedi's attention, but she wasn't actually doing anything yet. Dalair's carbine stayed...

Dalair's carbine swiveled to the pair of Jedi as they appeared in the doorway, announcing themselves with lightsabers and a bit of theater. The armorer switched his weapon to stun, waiting for a signal or sign of attack. Soldiers and guards joined the Jedi and without a doubt would add to the...

On Nox's command, the war-bound armorer launched from the rooftop, jetpack flaring to guide him into the manor's courtyard. His carbine fired as his boots hit the ground, stance wide, a guard struck down from a shot to the chest. Mortar fire rocked the target building and sent up clouds of smoke...

There was a very long pause when Nox answered the armorer's question. So long, in fact, it could easily be assumed Dalair had no intention of answering. He simply kept working, cleaning one bit or another and replacing small bits of wiring. Perhaps he was thinking, or perhaps he was waiting for...

Suited up in his beskar'gam, Dalair had been quiet for most of the movement to the Mandalorian's overlook. Unreadable behind the visor, the armorer didn't exactly seem nervous, but nor did he openly display the war fervor Solus was known for. Once they were in proper place, carbine in hand...

Dalair eyed Kerr's lightsaber from behind his visor, a sign they'd defeated a Jedi to take it. Much less messy than explosives without a doubt. He approved. The armorer took a position further back, spun-up repeater pointing toward the door while Kerr went about cutting through. As the door...

Dalair marched forward down the hall, ducking a little as bolts came in but overall undeterred. Taz clearing the group out, for the most part, caused the last guy to make and dart back around the corner. Dal threw some more bolts at it to encourage this behaviour. "To the bridge then," he...