Recent content by Jado Veren

Jado cared little as he approached the helmless Mandalorians. Though he did not often remove his helmet willingly, he was aware of the Children of the Watch and their ways. In his mind, a Mandalorian was a Mandalorian, regardless of beliefs or loyalties. It was their culture, after all, that...

Fate once again brought Jado to Mandalore. The last time he was here, he was standing in the rain amongst his fellow Mandalorians from all different clans, voicing their support for Nox Solus as the new Mand'alor. Since then, Jado had been nobly fighting in the crusades, bringing peace to some...

As his fireteam advanced toward the processing plant, Jado brought up the rear, standing from his laying position where he had been providing covering fire. They advanced in a straight line toward the plant, minimizing available targets for the enemy, while they popped off blaster fire from...

As the blaster bolt rang off of Van'Aria's beskar, Jado's Mandalorian training kicked in and he moved his left hand from the carbine barrel to catch the staggered Solus and keep her on her feet. The force of the shot alone indicated a rather high-powered rifle that would need to be targeted...

...Inhale. Two. Exhale. Inhale. One. Exhale. Gen was right. He was okay. Stronger than the storm. He wiped the tears from his pale blue cheeks and picked up his durasteel helmet from the floor next to him and slipped it over his head. Jado was in control, and Jado would not falter. With a quick...

As the ramp opened up to show the troop of guards waiting, Jado was somewhat taken aback when the little Latero grabbed his beskar vambrace and pulled him back. It was ballsy to grab a Mandalorian unexpectedly, especially on a vambrace fully loaded with whistling birds. Once the brief shock...

As Genova took the canteen from him and head for the bartender, Jado split and started making his way further through the crowds, shoulder-checking a stray Quarren who didn't have the spatial awareness to stay out of the walkway. It grunted something in its native language before recognizing the...

"Ahh, a shame. Neat to see him in one piece though." Jado leaned against the inner wall of the ship with his arms crossed over his chest, waiting for landing. "I figured we'd grab a quick bite at a cafe across the lane from our target building. That way we can get a decent look at it and talk...

At the sounds of a language he didn't understand, Jado quirked a hidden brown under his helmet. He certainly didn't expect to understand the native tongue of a species he'd just met, but the fact that the battle droid understood the Latero piqued his curiosity. Hell, the fact that the battle...

Jado had run into a bit of a pickle. On one hand, his lungs were badly damaged and he desperately needed bacta treatments if he didn't want to end up in a coughing fit in the middle of a raid again. On the other hand, being a Mandalorian crusader didn't always pay much and what he'd need to cure...

TRIGGER WARNING: Panic/Anxiety The Kotir-Class Gunship dropped smoothly out of hyperspace for Jado, very much unlike his own ship. He'd requisitioned it from the Mandalorian Crusade after leading the fighter squadrons over the skies of Contruum in his own ship, which had unfortunately taken...

With his wing of the slaver's ship cleared, Jado remained vigilante and pushed into the main hall that connected the large arms to the bridge. Most of the slaver resistance already lay scattered across the metallic floors as corpses, but a few stragglers were looking for safety while pinned...

Jado agreed with the silent assessments of his Mando sisters: something was off, and these two 'representatives' had a lot to do with it. He honestly began to question if these Carosians were even the people they said they were. Despite his discomfort, the gentle taps of Gen at his back gave him...

Once again left alone in the cold, unwelcoming steel of the slavers ship, Jado readied himself to push into the next section of slave cells. Standing in front of the metal doors, he closed his eyes, listening to the pangs of blaster fire and deep booms of grenade explosions echoing beyond the...

As the pair of Mandalorians walked away from the Dug's shitty tent, Jado was somewhat comforted to know he wasn't alone in his misery, awful as that might sound. He was tickled at Gen's obvious irritation with the Dug, especially since it wasn't him for once. The anger was absolutely founded, of...