Recent content by Merek Vizsla

Merek cast only a cursory glance towards Arthos as he straightened his posture and stood over them. For a boy, he showed resolve worthy of all Mandalorians, and Merek could respect one who didn’t falter, even when others of his clan had come to accost him. To do anything but meet their...

It did not take long for their ship to be rid of the boarders, numerous as they were. Inciting a panic within them at the display of Mandalorian brutality kept most of them terrified or stunned, making it easy work to gun them down. In short order, the ship was filled only with the sounds of the...

Merek left the tied-up civilians in off to the side of the trail, tucked neatly in the tall grass. They’d be waking up in a few hours, dazed and unaware of what happened. By then, though, the two Mandalorians would be long gone, along with their speeder. It was better than being dead, but not by...

Mandalorian celebrations were boisterous, violent, and remarkably dangerous, just like their hosts. So far, in the time since the party began, there had been three fights, a score of spilled mugs of beer, and what felt like a hundred individual challenges thrown around everyone present. After...

Merek grunted in response to Rynn’s tale. His distaste for sorcerers was immense, but this was not the time to debate differing views. His clan held strange views, and Merek held his own. At the end of the day, they both served the Mand’alor to further their people. It didn’t mean Merek wasn’t...

”Grandpa?!” Before he could blast the bowman, a cutlass-wielding maniac rammed into Merek, who drew his beskad up in defense and locked blades to force the two into a tense stalemate. However, while the peasant shouted out insults and curses in his proto-tongue, Merek lowered his blaster...

Merek nodded his head slowly to what Rynn was saying, keeping his eyes focused on the visible lightsaber. This was a weapon of sorcerers and witches, as well as an icon of their most hated and ancient foe. He wondered why one would abase their armor by so openly connecting the two together, but...

Merek’s chest rose and fell with heaving breaths. His heart pounded loudly in his ears, drowning out the screams-turned-gurgles of the immolated Toydarian, whose body bubbled and crackled with the flames. Beau provided the crowd the means to escape, and they surged from the building likes bats...

Merek glowered at Shale after her bite-back, baring his teeth slightly in a sneer. Whatever retort he had was cut off with the Mand’alor’s order to hail the ship, and instead he opted to just listen, still gnawing at the jerky. The response took him several seconds to process, his grasp of Basic...

Merek finished his macabre decorating as Beau’s slicing had completed. With a satisfied nod, he turned to regard the thieving whelp who tried to escape, growing eerily silent at the display. This was who dared try and peddle off their ancestral war machine technology? This thing could barely...

For all the years he had been spacefaring since his induction into the clan, Merek still felt uneasy with it. Like a hound caged for too long, he stalked up-and-down the ship impatiently, making no effort to hide his irritation. His helmet sat on a crate in the common room, staring at him as he...

Where Beau was a silent professional following behind and safekeeping him from unseen threats, Merek strode forth into the carnage with a reaver’s ferocity, howling and growling to show to these whelps how utterly inhuman the Mandalorians were. Their ancestors were the things of legends and...

Another series of screeching bolts barked out from his blaster, suppressing the incoming guards alongside Beau. Their foes responded in kind with suppressive fire of their own, searing the edges of the doorway and tagging the inside of the security room with rogue bolts. Merek turned his...

Belsavis. Another world he’d never heard of, let alone visited. The information he searched up at least provided him with a cursory explanation – it was once a grand prison world, now largely fallen into irrelevance, save for its use as a maximum-security holding facility for some of the worst...

Merek’s life was saved by the timely arrival of his comrade, and praise be to the Destroyer for it. Beau’s brutal and swift execution of the final guard quieted things for a fleeting moment, but any trained hunter would know the commotion they had caused would not go totally unnoticed. While...