Recent content by Syr Bors

Bors' shouting was cut off at the sound and sight of someone grabbing his blade and pointing it at him while his fellows were stunned into submission. Slowly, Bors raised his hands upwards, unsure what do to. Without a blade, he was at a disadvantage, and with the gravity generator still off...

General Combat roll: 12/20 "The light is relentless! As am I!" Bors shouted out as he deflected another bolt. Days of training with remote droids continued to flash in his mind as the large yellow blade spun just as continuedly. Bors had studied the jedi lightsaber arts intensely, initially...

The soot covered Giant Pango Duma spoke to first tilted his head slightly. "Another large one..." he stated as he moved closer, cautiously. Two smaller Tree Pangos moved and tapped the large one's leg, reminding him that he had been asked a question. "Oh, right, sorry. Um, it would've been...

Boom, boom, thud, thud, Bors plodding footsteps sounded out. Even if he wanted to be quiet like his fellow padawan wanted, he doubted he could. His weight and the planet's gravity combined to make a difficult situation for him overall. Each step was like marching through water. No, water had...

Bors nodded. With Duma's acknolodgement and permission, Bors returned to the off shooting tunnel and began to dig a wider path for him to follow. Gareth looked to Duma and gestured back to the ride. He would drive the Orcalon to the mining site the workers had been reassigned to. (I leave what...

Bors breathed a sigh of relief. "Excellent! I had no doubts that you would accomplish your tasks, like I did myself. As you can tell, the jammer situation has been solved, and security should have no trouble rounding up the rest of the terrorists" Bors glanced over the side of the building...

"Find the generator, flip the switch. Sounds simple enough. May the Force be with us all." Bors commented. While he wasn't the best expert in generators, hopefully his decent mechanical knowledge and any other knowledge from the others would be enough to fix any issues on the way. And as for...

"Ach, have you dealt with Trandoshans before? " Bors asked as he turned back to his workl. "Slavers the lot of them I've read, and I've seen enough of them to know better to trust them right away. Id bet my blade there is a whole camp of them somewhere on world. Gareth shook his head. "Not...

Ignorant of any ill-will towards him due to his meal orders, Bors laughed hardily at Shaw's explanation of the 'plan'. "Ah, like the Jedi of old! Flying by the tails on our rears, and making it up as we go. I love it!" As Shaw further explained the housekeeping items, Bors nodded in...

With a slight nod, Bors began to look around. Like Duma, he examined for potential drag marks, but not because of people. He was looking for drag marks of newly opened and then reburied tunnels, or signs of terrestrial activity. He was no tracker, but as he showed before, he had once made a...

Bors dwelled on the words of the Orcalon. "That is strange. We aren't much of a hunter species except for the Killiks, and that is only because we fight and eat them. Most of worlds we colonize lack other fauna since, well...the Killiks eat everything else to extinction. " "That is to say...

Bors held up his hands defensively. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be disrespectful. Just after living with non-insectavores, you get hungry for the...um, sorry, i'll be quiet now. " With that, Bors almost shrank back slightly as he and Gareth observed the work. "Skilled you say? Hmmm..."...

Bors looked up at the question and stepped forward with a raised hand. "Oooh, would roasted heart-tail poppers be an option? I would give my blade for a large plate of those! If not, some Jer-weevil's would work as well, provided there is enough for my large belly...oooh, better yet, some apple...

Gareth nodded. "We figured you would want to examine the bodies we have found, so they are in storage below. This building has a morgue below for security and such. Never imagined we'd have to use it for this. We have the dog, as well as two Killik drones that seemed a bit suspicious. No Pangos...

Gareth's head tilted at the names. "Bors? Ah! Syr Bors! I recognize that name. You were part of our colony's early efforts yes?" Bors nodded eagerly. "Right. I was told the secrets of the 'bug slayers' might be a worthy endeavor, and, well...it was!" Gareth rubbed his hands together slightly...