Recent content by Gaz Fallwen

.Bolts raked his ship, taking out several systems, most notably kriffing up his right wing badly enough that the ship started driving left if he didn't hold it. His thrusters had taken a bit of damage as well, not running as powerfully as before, but he was still faster than the crippled...

.Gaz watched as the enemy gunship tried to spin to face him, though it seemed their pilots did not realize that they were not piloting a starfighter. A gunship was big and hard to maneuver like that, not even mentioning the effects of the movements on its crew, who would likely be flying around...

.As his Crux class fighter flew out of orbit, Gaz admired the green surface of Bothawui, which was also dotted with an intricate map of blinking lights where there were structures. Where the Sith had left from, it was nighttime, and a blanket of darkness covered the planet's hemisphere. He'd...

."Motherfekk—" Those crazy bastards had engaged their hyperdrive. Gaz didn't expect them to make it, but they somehow entered hyperspace before his missiles could hit, causing them to just fly off harmlessly, probably hitting a mountain or something. He was frustrated, victory having been so...

.Hell no you don't. The shuttle turned around to leave, a Basilisk war droid hopping in. By the time the shields kicked in, Gaz was already less than a hundred meters away and flying closer, which was when he opened fire. Bolts burst out of his medium cannons, aimed from behind and to the right...

.The hangar was filled with the sounds of war cries and sirens, along with ships taking off. The Mandalorians had only just reached the entrance, so the rest of the Academy was more or less safe, for now. Gaz had been doing some mechanic work on a ship when the sirens began blaring, and...

."Will do" he said, but didn't lay down. "I think it would be wise to stay up until our host comes back with food and water." A few seconds after Gaz had finished speaking, there was a knock at the door. He undid the lock and opened it to find the Mandalorian, two blankets draped over his...

."And it's only so we can gain their trust. Once we're making our exit, you could ditch the cover whenever you want," he said, hoping Ed would feel at least slightly better. "Which brings me to our plan." Gaz squinted for a second. "What exactly is it?" He thought for a bit, likely while Eddard...

.And so they took off, the hunter first, rifle still held in his hands. It was clear the man knew his way; his movements were precise and passive, like they were muscle memory. He said nothing as they walked, not that Gaz was feeling in the mood to chat with the enemy. Eddard was "mute" so...

.The king looked condescending from the start, and Gaz could tell he wouldn't like the man. He entered covered in a fur robe, gold necklaces dangling underneath his fine shirt, made out of a soft-looking material. His crown was fixed atop his head, which looked as if it had been done moments...

."Fair enough." As they approached the mines, Gaz gave her a little briefing. "As you know, we're looking for Visrik Fallwen. If they ask, we'll say we're independent slavers looking to buy him. Hopefully, he's not too valuable to them." That was a weird thing to say about his father. Ugh. "If...

."Some hunter gar are. Meh ni were geroya, gar'd ganar nayc dinner tonight." he said with a chuckle, replying in Mandalorian. Eddard was so damn lucky to have him there. Gaz could tell by the man's look that he couldn't speak Mandalorian or fake an accent if his life depended on it--which...

."It's good to hear, there's still open minded Sith out there," he said. "Some of us tend to get too self-absorbed and conservative." Good thing his father hadn't been one, and knew how to raise his son to be a good person, dark sider or not. "Thank the Force my dad moved me to its moon before...

."Thank you." At least he had a partner with head. It was hard to find someone capable of critical thinking in the Old Empire sometimes, although the lower levels weren't as crazy as the higher ones. There were still Acolytes that knew how the world around them worked. As wise as higher ranked...

.Eddard Thul-Drast. That was a dangerous name to hand out. Gaz could see why he'd chosen to hide it. If he was a power hungry Old Empire Sith, he would have tried to kidnap the Imperial Agent the moment those words left his mouth. Instead, Gaz nodded agreeably. "I don't blame you for covering...