Recent content by Doz Noth

No sooner than the Sith Lord’s words had ceased to resound in the closed space of the manor, than the sound of light hearted laughter could be detected. The sound was far removed, distanced from this world and ethereal in nature. That is was the voice of an otherworldly spirit could not be...

Theme Sometime later, mission completed, Doz looked out over the waters along the shoreline of a moonlit night from the balcony of a secluded cabin. She had been more than glad to leave the city, the trio pumped up from their recent success. Harren had gotten his gun, she’d gotten his and so...

Doz lept up through the air as the Pantoran pushed her away, her initial swipe had at least spared her flesh and shoved him off course, though he had been able to block her counter stroke and send her back. She did not flip over, however, mindful to keep her eyes on the target at all times...

The grin that spread across her features when Arianna mentioned her moral dilemma indicated she had a lively sense of humor. ”Would it shock you to learn I crossed my fingers behind my back when it came to that part?”, she replied, though she could tell that the woman might find her little joke...

The Zabrak had to laugh when she saw Wes reaching up to tentatively touch at his nose. ”You know, if you fiddle around and mess up all my hard work, the next time I have to fix that nose of yours I might set it crookedly. For sure it won’t be for free and oh dear....I’m out of anesthetics. Guess...

Backing into Harren, pressed together by the advance of the man, her eyes maintained their contact not flinching from him in the least. Even as this elder one bent forward to whisper in her ear, the wash of his breath teasing her neck and shoulder, she closed her eyes and smiled for his words...

His response was a good sign, at least he didn’t appear to have taken a concussion from the blow that bloodies his face. She scooted closer, bringing her med-pack with her, and got a good look at his face, sighing. His eyes were blacking, both of them and was a sure sign that nose of his was...

Doz could feel the pain of Wes’ attack cutting through her shaky barrier, opening a window through which to lay into the ghost with his power. The red glow of her shield melted back away from his lightning but it was enough to keep the spirit in check for now. Unable to move while she was so...

As Wes battle the entity, Doz kept her eyes focused upon the action as she gathered the force once more. Fueled by the hatred she felt for the ghostly entity, her eyes pinched slightly at the corners upon seeing it embedded within the temple wall after Wes’ latest strike. Of even greater...

Music of the Past The first thing Doz did when she ceased her defensive move was to bring her right hand to her left wrist and activate her distress beacon. Hopefully the Deucalian would do more than laugh and ignore her urgent need. She knew that with him being deployed to Naboo he would never...

With her fingers busy pinning on the broach, she couldn’t really see his eyes investigating her ill concealed attributes. So when he made his quip her eyes flashed up to his with a huge grin spreading across her features. ”Ask? Harren you shock me. I think this suit has dulled your sword.” She...

She could tell by the expression upon the entities face that he was going to teleport again like he had done earlier to get behind them. That look said she was wasting her time in attacking him as surely as if he was unphased and sure of his own success. The delusion of the light side were...

Doz was in her element upon the massive medical cruiser to which she had been assigned. It was a telling move, bring along such a large medical force. It meant they were anticipating a long engagement, that they were here to stay and the thought filled her with an excitement she hadn’t...

Doz twirled a red Plom Bloom broach between her fingers admiring the way the gold filigree danced about the edges of each one of its delicate petals. Her grin did not diminish even as she slid the bit of bling into her hand bag and snapped shut the clutch’s hasp. The thin gold chain upon which...

Doz observed the area as Wes made his challenges feeling a spike in the energy level right before the spirit made itself manifest. She found it curious, this clinging to life and smirked. The dead ought to know when to stay dead instead of bothering the tourists. But no, of even greater...