Recent content by Tysjor Maspat

Sith or Jedi, Tysjor couldn’t care less. Both got in the way, one with their meddling empire, the other with some old moral code that should have been forgotten long ago. But of course, the man put the attention back on himself, and the Pyke wondered how he would hold up once he had more than...

The Sith’s hands flashed, and Tysjor realized that it was lightning as soon as he felt a sudden burning sensation on his hands, causing him to let out a quick exclamation of pain. Kark! His blasters dropped to the floor, and before he had time to process how to get out of this, the Sith had...

Do you like your elbows? What the kark did that mean? Of course he— Tysjor’s hands involuntarily let go of the window, and he soon found them pinned to the wall. Being unable to move as the man continued to get closer like some madman in a horror holomovie, it was only then that he felt fear...

The footsteps sped up behind him, and so did Tysjor. His plan changed. He had to get out of here— get backup who wouldn’t actually run away. They needed to take this man out. Already he knew that even the slave conditioning of Kessel wouldn’t work on this man, so permanently would be the best...

Tysjor moved out of the way as glass shattered and the room erupted into flame. He didn’t need any more convincing about the man’s Sith identity— there was no way a normal person would have been able to deflect a blaster bolt like that, not to mention start a fire from apparently nothing at all...

If anything, this man was insane. More insane than insane, in fact, but Tysjor didn’t know if there were words for that. He heard the screams from the hall, the knives thudding into walls, the man’s yelling. He was getting close. Tysjor crept up near the doorway, heart pounding, waiting for just...

The Herglic’s eyes were so wide open that they looked like they were about to pop right out of their sockets. The whale man looked at something behind the Pyke before looking back. “I’m sorry about your… experience. Would you like a refund?” Tysjor extended a hand, and there was the money. At...

The man was taunting him. In his business, he was used to doing it to others, not the other way around. Anger began to boil up, and he prepared to fire. But then he felt the weapon being suddenly yanked out of his grip, right into the hands of the other man. Eyes widening just slightly, Tysjor...

After they had painstakingly found their way out of the maze, the girl had the gall to ask what else he wanted to do? Tysjor was suddenly tempted to throw her back into that maze to find her way out on her own. If her friend tried to stop him… well, he’d have to throw him in too. Even if that...

Tysjor wouldn’t waver when the man began to ramble. Lizard, blizzard, weapon, Sith, the Pyke didn’t care. All he knew was that this man was a madman, and he was standing in his way. “How about neither? You claim to be a weapon, but the Pykes will not be intimidated.” He was immediately...

The comms went eerily quiet for a moment before a new voice spoke through it. Tysjor stopped when he heard the voice, raising his hand in a fist to have his men behind him do the same. “Yes, you are.” He let the man go on, and by now it was clear. This was not the owner, but he claimed to be...

Tysjor was halfway up the stairs when he heard one of his team leaders’ voices on comms. “Did you find him?” “No, sir. We’re in the break room and there’s— AHHHHHH!” He screamed like a little girl, and the Pyke scowled. Useless cowards. “Let me guess, you found a spi—” “No! There are...

Kark. Kark mazes. Hippos. Refinery owners. Kark everything. Tysjor was once again stuck on some no-name planet trying to get some spice refinery owner to pay up. They’d arranged a time and a place to meet, but when it came, the enforcer had been the only one there. And the Pykes didn’t take...

Hippo man didn’t have to say it twice. Tysjor climbed in along with the boy, finding a nice and comfortable seat near the back of the speeder. He didn’t think twice about that jump— he’d seen too many weird things already to be concerned with something like that. But where was the girl? Peering...

Tysjor realized that the camera was still on him, and that he was probably giving whatever son of a bantha was watching a good show. Well, this Pyke would not be made a laughingstock, and as soon as the thought entered his mind he studiously refused to look up again, instead at the running bush...