Recent content by Rax Khan

The sandviper was strong and of a size with Rax, but it had lived too well on this world of ash and rock. Nothing challenged it, nothing tested it. It had wrestled with nothing but meager prey. Rax by contrast had lived on the edges of society, hunting in the wilderness for his very survival...

Rax readied himself, primed to defend his master if necessary even as the Sith revealed more of his own strength. Having burned away the dangerous vines, he split the rock itself to cast others aside. A master of fire and earth and no doubt much more, Raze was truly unlike any being the Fras...

The journey towards the cave was nothing compared with the mental assault Rax withstood with each passing step. Flashes of death and destruction assaulted his mind at every turn, a gruesome recounting of the levelling of Fierrere and all of its people. The cave was the only constant...

The Mustafarian had disappointingly little specifics to share, despite the pain Rax inflicted on him. However, his account did at least confirm the masked woman was in charge and a Sith of some renown. The Fras also garnered better descriptions of her accomplices, all information his master...

The Force rippled through Rax like an electric current through a wire. The Fras was momentarily thrown into the air, suspended and writhing in pain. The echo of power residing in the shard racked him and half a dozen images flashed in his mind. A lair far off, hidden in the planet's crust and...

Even Rax's apology was beneath Raze. The Sith reminded him of his place with his every word. The Fras thought he understand the mention of a nexus. Certain places held power, acting like a magnet for energies light or dark. He could not really imagine how a light side nexus would feel, or...

Almost every hour, Raze reminded the Fras that he was a fool. A pet, an insect, a small-minded irrelevance. So it was again when his master effortlessly vanished in a column of smoke, reappearing high above part-way up the spire. After all he had seen, how could Rax still have thought the...

Only after all the Sith pretenders had hurried inside did Rax emerge from his hiding place. He prowled far to the left, slightly wide of the fortress, keeping low as before and making every effort to blend in with the ash and fumes. He felt already that his enemies would succeed in their...

His master's reply was cryptic, but it was far preferable to slitting his throat. The big cat knew he was walking an incredibly dangerous tightrope serving a being of such power. He had to consciously do his utmost never to overstep the mark. When Raze held the shard out for him to see, Rax...

Rax watched impassively from his hiding place, red eyes narrowing. There was indeed an initial skirmish, as the gaggle of so called Sith ran into some activity on a lava river below. The Fras could not see clearly from his vantage point, but it was likely only more petty Mustafarians on their...

Rax padded down the ramp, smelling the acrid air even through the filter muzzled on his snout. This place was poison. "Yes, master. An unnatural lifelessness". The Fras scanned the desolate landscape, red canine eyes watching for movement or threat. Whatever their task, his first calling...

Rax stared after Lord Raze, head cocked to one side. Previous masters had provided training of a sort, whatever was necessary to fashion him into a blunt instrument of their will. But it seemed that the Sith planned to do far more than that with him. He followed his master obediently out of...

Rax rolled repeatedly in the volcanic ash, forcing it into his fur coat and taking care to smear it on his ears and face. In no time at all his huge bulk was more black that white, camouflaged beneath a thick covering of dust and soot. A white tiger would stand out in this dark place, but a...

Darth Raze did not answer him, at least not directly. His master seemed occupied with the rockface before him, illuminating ancient script on the stone and sending the cave wall into spasm with flashes of sickly green light from his palm. Eventually, he turned the question back on the Fras...

"Always, master" Rax bowed his head, thrilled that Raze was pleased. He had been conditioned for this life and was sure he could prove himself a uniquely trustworthy servant if he was only given the chance. The Fras was surprised when the bowl of blood was tossed aside, little more than a test...