Recent content by Maxims Tionson

Max could honestly say that he had felt true contentment, true happiness, in fits and starts throughout his life. Never had they been continuous and he had come to believe that they were not meant to be. That the best way to live life was to enjoy the moments that brought those feelings to the...

Max had been distracted from what had, genuinely, been a lovely moment with Alex because the runaway droid decided to try and introduce his privates to the droid's dome at speed. It was enough that he immediately started thinking very un-jedi-like thoughts in regards to the damnable droid...

Max had to admit that having someone to watch his back who was powerful enough for him to not also be acting as a teacher was a huge relief at times. He didn’t often operate with people like that, often spending time teaching Padawans and that meant he spent a lot of time both acting and...

Half a dozen people and half a dozen drawn blaster pistols against a single man was bad odds. Half a dozen blaster pistols being drawn on a Jedi Council member? That was also bad odds but it was bad odds for the dozen as opposed to bad odds for the Council member, especially when they were right...

Max was going to make a comment about walking away unscathed but Alex did that for him before he could, with a not so subtle glance at his metallic hands. Or was it his metallic eye? The parts of him that had been scarred beyond repair and needed to be replaced were legion it seemed at this...

Oh great, the Syndicates had some interest in the droid - even if they had only sent the one IG unit (which he doubted) that was a significant investment. IG bounty droids were damned effective machines even on their worst days, more effective than most sentients in his own estimation. That...

Thank the Force. They made it behind cover and she was in her right mind enough to joke around about the droid. About him as well - made him want to laugh but he resisted for the time being. They needed to focus up before any civilians got hurt and that meant ending the threat before it could...

He reached out with the Force to spring his trap, grabbing hold of Stolas' helmet with the Force. Like hands clasped tightly on the metal, poised to move, to twist and jerk powerfully to snap the Sith's neck as he focused on striking him down. He could do it, he had the power in the Force that...

Max barked out a laugh both at the Sith's words and the Push sent his way. Rather than tank it or let himself be sent back into the speeder, he used some of the power he had been gathering and nodded his head, using the motion to use a Push of his own. It wasn't with much power, just enough to...

Max wasn’t above a little bit of light exercise in the form of a leisurely stroll through the street of New Alderaan’s capital. The locals had managed to make the entire place so much nicer than almost any other planet that Max had had the pleasure of visiting, though they’d had the dubious good...

The Dark Side was like an anchor in a lot of ways by his reckoning. It was connections that dragged you down rather than helping you to keep going. It was a weight that dragged you down to the physical level and forced to suffer it all. But the thing about anchors was that they needed to exist...

The counter to his parry was a thrust at his torso but in order to make the thrust, the Sith's blade had to leave his own. Leaving Max free to rotated his right wrist to bring the blade back around, sweeping the point of Stolas' blade to the right before disengaging again. Then the stasis and...

Max wasn't sure what it said about the information held on the astromech droid that the staffer was both so incredibly stressed/paranoid and yet, also, so very willing to have more people helping to look. Specifically people who weren't part of his office so weren't people he knew he could...

The Sith had achieved one thing beyond a shadow of a reasonable doubt; before, he had had Max's idle curiosity but now? Now he had his attention. He might not be glad that he did considering Malicia's rampage was still somewhere in the back of his mind and the only thing stopping him from...

Max couldn't stop the grin that formed. "Oh so now we're judging each other based on past actions? So mature!" he joked back before grumbling a little bit, "Yes yes your butt still looks good even when you're mean to me etc etc..." She was right though. He did have to say it and it did come...