Recent content by Mr Ekko

Oh man. Things were really starting to get sporty. Apparently the older woman was a force user, now some blonde was too? And the girl. He wasn't sure who or what they were, but he did know he didn't want to fully reveal himself. But a promise was a promise. He had vowed to give anyone naughty a...

Well now, now. Wasn't the market starting to get even more lively. The more he kept a protected watch over the girl, the more figures he had seen. Mandalorians weren't odd to him, he felt he had seen them a fair amount of times in the galaxy. But the one he did notice seemed to also be noticing...

Night Markets. Also a good place to find a spot to perform. Today was no different. The Sith Acolyte would weave through the crowds, enjoying his particular breed of freedom. The air was cool, the streets were packed, and suddenly his attention was pulled by a skipping girl. He stopped dead in...

Miralukan. That explains the eyes. Jackson would think to himself, now that some of the signs were starting to come together. Daddy issues, he should have picked up on that sooner, seemed like it was a Sith specialty. "Well.. maybe your mother didn't want you to, or maybe it was age agreement."...

"I don't believe in accidents.. or coincidences.." Jackson would say as she turned away. "I gotta believe that I'm here to do something. At least, that's how I coped with everything in life." he said with a dry laugh. They were from two different worlds, she from wealth and high standing, him...

Jackson would make his approach to her, sliding against the railing as she turned to face him. He heard that lie and he was about to make a sly remark, but something about her wording made him not proceed with the wit. "Yeah, well.. Few things are as suffocating as a massive palace." He'd say...

For fleeting moments the party had become something more than Jackson had ever thought he'd experience. He didn't get invited to parties like these, and now that he did, he didn't think he would have had the fun he was having. And the best part? His dance partner. She seemed much less severe...

Her confession would make the young man laugh. "Nothing wrong with that. So I can show you some moves? These were big on Eriadu and Corellia." Ballroom dancing.. he was.. adequate at that. Kind of. He did like a dirty tango, but he figured that's not at all what she meant. So she would take both...

Jackson wasn't one to seek conflict and despite his love for music, that also came with the understanding that many wouldn't share his tastes. So, he would just offer Bir a warm smile. "Well met, Bir. Ya know.. you remind me of someone.. but I can't recall who.." he was somewhat surprised by the...

Jackson had gotten to the point where he had programmed the transitions, the songs, everything. So he would turn to his trusty companion: Rupert. "Alright, Rupert. You ready for the big time? You gotta do literally, nothing. Just stand up here, do a little bop to the beat, and people will love...

The dancers were really getting into it now and even Jackson was doing a little shuffle behind the decks. Bodies were moving, bass was bumping, and all in all, so far, so good. Smirking he slid back in behind the decks, dipping into another hard swap. Rupert would lean in. "An excellent choice...

So far, so good. Jackson thought to himself as the change went over swimmingly. Just enough electronic music to shock the system and cleanse the dancers of whatever crappy classic music they were listening to. Now came the next transition, spurred by none other than the Sith now gyrating on...

Jackson weaved through the dance floor, pausing to look back and see that Malou had infact decided to stay back. Maybe given how freely the other woman had joked, maybe she or the man now before her were her Master. He hadn't asked. But he also wasn't big in the whole 'master' thing. He'd return...

"I mean, who would be dumb enough to steal Darth Raze's gear? And if he was so worried of a theft, he wouldn't have entrusted them to a servant with weak bowels." Hed add with a shrug. He looked from Malou to everyone else at the party. "I'm counting twenty sith, servants, most of them either...

"Yeah, I guess. I can go liven the music up then. See these old timers breaks some hips." he said with a laugh. When she took the champagne glass, he had enough sense to not let her stand there double fisting. "Yeah, no problem." So a trade would occur and he would set it on a passing servants...