Recent content by Karath

Karath listened to the young Mandalorian and her grand plan as he inspected the cargo. She still planned on dropping the cargo off? He wanted none of that. Perhaps she could deal with whatever fallout happened when they discovered their prized cargo was missing, but he doubted he could, and he...

((Sorry for horrendously long delay, just moved across the continent to Canada)) Karath stepped back, cautiously inspecting the new burn on his upper arm. He hadn't seen many who could fight like this Manadalorian. Had he known she was capable of such carnage he might not have inspected the...

Karath winced as backblast from Zaia's jetpack threw hot air and sand into his face, taking cover behind the rock until he blinked it away. Engines shrieked overhead. He heard screams, saw falling bodies from the gunship, repulsor packs engaging just before they hit the ground. They were above...

For a moment time seemed stuck as Karath felt himself perched on a razor-thin precipice between many paths, death at the end of them all, yet each different. Peace, war, hatred, serenity... What would fracture his soul, what would heal it? Did it make one a murderer to kill an evil being in cold...

The man leaned against a tan boulder of windswept sandstone, shaking in his boots. He looked like he might hurl again. "Power converters. These ones had some rare metal in em, I think they all have a bit. Got caught lifting them from a warehouse and trying to trade them to Jawas for some...

As the ship landed in an isolated, dry mountain canyon, the full weight of the supreme stupidity of the situation he and his coworker had found themselves in finally hit him. We might actually die out here, he thought. It didn't bother him as much as he wished it would've. He shook away the...

Karath inwardly cringed as the slab of carbonite slammed facedown onto the floor with a resounding clunk. At a momentary loss for any idea what to do, he remained silent as Zaia flipped the poor guy back upright. A self-deprecating laugh escaped him at her sudden confidence in his abilities...

Karath didn't say much as they made the short trek from the shady bar to the landing pad. He briefly admired Zaia's ship. A similar class and size to his, but hers worked, and of that he was envious. He held onto a handhold on the ship's metal ceiling as they climbed out of Mos-Eisley for their...

Karath's answers to the Weequay's questions were vague. He praised Coruscant, though urged caution. The place was expensive, and there was no nature. A place to visit, not to stay. On the question of his birthworld, he had retreated into his beer glass, saying merely that the world was cold, far...

Karath was initially relieved as the Mandalorian removed her helmet. At least she wasn't one of those Mandalorians. But, from what he could tell, this human was just past a kid in age. That wasn't necessarily a bad sign, he'd had plenty of adventures and misandventures at her age, tragedies and...

A sharp, toothy smile crossed Karath's face at the Weequay's questions. Ah, the vigor of youth, when it all just seemed like a big adventure, he reflected, now just coming out of youth himself as a being of 31 or so years of age. It still did feel that way, sometimes. Moments of absolute...

Ah hell its a Mandalorian, Karath thought as his contact approached the bar. He didn't like doing business with beings whose faces he couldn't see. They were often so cold in a way that made Karath a little uncomfortable. A caste of people who made violence the sole focus of their lives had to...

Still on Tattooine. The repair guy had said his ship would take four days to fix… Two weeks ago. From what he could get out of the old Ithorian, the blaster impacts had sent a back-charge through the electrical system and fried the power converters. It would take longer to fix than he’d thought...

[[OOC: I think I'll introduce a bit of an NPC bar fight that Karath will get caught up in shortly, we'll get some action in here.]] Karath caught the hint of judgement in in the Weequay's tone, aware suddenly of how his story could have been taken as suspicious. He took a gulp of his beer...

Karath side-eyed the Weequay as he sat in the stool next to him. He didn't trust anyone around this place. Mos Eisley hadn't earned its reputation for nothing. As the being put a coin down on the bar and bought his next round, Karath lowered his guard a little. Beings didn't buy other beings...