Recent content by Mazlen Tanark

As he walked in front of Alienor, the nape of Mazlen's neck took on a reddish hue. He looked back, grinning sheepishly. "About that joke," he said, scratching his left forearm absentmindedly. "Sorry... I, uh, I don't always know how to read the room." That wasn't entirely true. In reality, it...

Mazlen Tanark was on quite an adventure. From Coruscant to Brighthome, to Takodana, and now this. The Unknown Regions. On a mission with a Jedi Knight whom Mazlen hadn't even met before. It would be his first real mission outside of the temples. Since he hadn't forged his own lightsaber yet...

Mazlen's attention was drawn to the neophytes engaged in saber practice. His eyes followed the blades as they thrummed through the air in that way that only a lightsaber can. He shrugged his shoulders at Alienor's question. "Not really. Getting hit by one might sting a bit, but these ones are...

"It's weird that it's so quiet," Mazlen admitted. He flashed an awkward grin at Alienor, scratching his forearm. "Never thought silence could be noisy, too. It for sure had me surprised when I left Coruscant." He motioned for Alienor to follow him. They started walking, back into the endless...

"You're not being rude," Mazlen said matter-of-factly. He meant it. She was being polite and doing the polite thing, but to him, she had just been distracted. Rudeness, in the form that Mazlen knew, carried a much nastier weight behind it. "Coruscant is nothing like this place," he said...

"Ah," said Mazlen, smiling awkwardly. "Gotcha. Lords and ladies and what not. Oh, and Mazlen is fine. I hear the last name enough from Master Hydarin and the other masters." So, she's royalty. Mazlen had never been around royalty before. He was half a mind to bow, but aborted it when Alienor...

The din that surrounded the padawans - old and new - assembled in the entrance hall faded as Mazlen led his temporary ward through an arch and down a long, austere hallway. As it did, the silence seemed to grow around the two of them instead. Although Mazlen had over time become well-acquainted...

Mazlen Tanark scuttled through the temple hallways, swiping tousled red hair out of his eyes to see where he was going. He was late. Again. Seemed to have a knack for it, really, which – according to Master Ruikada – was part of the reason why he had made sure Mazlen had something to be late for...

Mazlen knew not what to expect from the massive droid manning the saber booth. As with organic species, there was no one way for a droid to behave - in spite of what some programmers and technicians claimed. They had personalities. Mannerisms. Quirks. Some were chatty, some were stoic. And some...

For the first time since his transfer to Brighthome, Mazlen was off-station and on-planet. And not just any planet - no, Kamparas was, by all accounts, a planet steeped in the culture and history of the Jedi Order. So, naturally - as with any place that held any cultural significance - there was...