Recent content by Nolan Kodd

Nolan tried to look away from aftermath of what his squadmates had unleashed in the corridor. There'd be plenty of time for reflexions on the way back. At the moment, he needed to focus on the task at hand, and things were going better than Nolan could expect. This time Allard chose to take...

Allard's friends were proving to be an effective outfit. One of the guys (Nolan couldn't remember the name at that point) seemed a little bit rash in his treatment of the door lock, but other than that they were doing well. The Mandalorian was even more capable than Nolan would've expected...

One way or another, the plan unfolded somewhat akin to what Nolan had suggested. Of course, in the heat of battle it was hard to say who was shooting whom, but that's the thing with the suppressive fire, isn't it? The female Mandalorian sure knew how to lead by example, and Nolan had nothing...

"Yeah... Yeah, I'm fine. You?" the young man asked, still sitting on the bench. His facial expression didn't say anything; probably the suddenness of the attack had left him devoid of emotions yet again. For the time being, he was just thinking how he, an ordinary Nar Shaddaa smuggler, had...

The way out proved to be as simple as the way in, just at a more hurried pace and with more ruckus. The fire alarms were blaring, people were leaving their offices and evacuating, and it was easy even for Nolan to blend into the crowd. Surely, it would've been a breeze for someone wearing a...

Nolan knew that dropping a gun when knocked over was never a good idea. It's better to lie on the ground with a gun aimed at your opponent than to stand tall facing a barrel. That's why he held on to the blaster pistol, even at the cost of being hit by the empty PIPE tube to the chest and...

The explosion alone wouldn't be enough to throw Nolan off-balance: after all, he had almost approached the attacker by now, and hadn't shot only because he had to shoot the other guy. He was now at a reasonably safe distance from the inferno and the blast that preceded it, but the blast was...

"Watch out!" Nolan shouted out of instinct before he even realized what exactly people had to watch out for. He then did the first thing his instincts told him to: run up the slope towards one of the cleaners-turned-cleansers and push one of the trolleys to the side as he ran past it. In...

While the Jedi was questioning an helping the wonded shopkeeper, Nolan came over to the stand with the power conduits. Luckily, it was far away from the explosion, and the young man found the parts he had paid for. Nolan looked curiously as the Rodian suddenly became so forthcoming; yet there...

"Nolan," the young man replied with a handshake. "And I guess I should be the one thanking you, otherwise I'd end up like them," he pointed at the thugs as he said that; after all, if it hadn't been for the Jedi, Nolan would've had a much harder time escaping that mess, let alone dragging out...

Nolan cursed in his mind: Some strategist! Sending the only guy without a helmet up close. Sure, it could work in those entertainment vids that were broadcasted over HoloNet, but there was one difference—the heroes there didn't need any helmets because they had plot armor. Naturally, Nolan...

Nolan shrugged with a chuckle: "I can think of much worse scenarios, but I hear you." He'd let Allard go make his speech, as he leaned against the wall by the side of the room and watched. He was hoping Allard wasn't one for long sleep-inducing speeches. After all, they were almost done with the...

Nolan remained in cover until he heard the shouting; even then, he didn't hurry to leave his cover and expose himself, especially since he knew that a concussion grenade was about to go off. Once he heard it (you couldn't mistake the sound for anything else), he finally made his move. Shooting...

"I'm ok," Nolan replied as Azar helped him up. The heat from the blaster bold being absorbed by the armor had subsided long ago, and so did the pain caused by it. "We can't outrun them with him in tow," the young man pointed at the Rodian shopkeeper who was still seated against the wall near the...

The planet started to feel less foreign, especially after the previous encounter with the Crimson Dawn that had made Ord Cantrell seem a little like Nar Shaddaa: different looks, same dangers. And since Nolan had already met politicians here, and had actually done something worth commending, he...