Recent content by Vraes Trenessar

"The Mandalore Sector is filled with pirates and warlords. If there was unified government, I could see your concern or even governing parties. But there isn't. We haven't been whole enough for such a thing in a very long time. So if the Council should know, there are freedom fighters in the...

Vraes would glance briefly out the window. "I am sure that one of these days, you will." the berserker would say as his gaze shifted back to Yvain. "Srucayr is trying to find our kin that have been touched Hod Ha'ran.. the ones with the Force. There are Clans of old that went to worlds strong in...

"All the more power to you then. I left some men on Taris to hold parts of the Undercity. A handful, but they know how to blend in and are waiting to be used to retake the planet." The Mandalorian would say after the lady departed. He would then reach to up to remove his helm and set it on the...

Vraes' helm would scan the room once more before the harness holding his axe was unclipped and laid across the seat beside him. "Were you able to make it out on our ships? Or did you secure transport of your own?" Vraes would ask. He had spent most of the exfil and some of the time following it...

Vraes would arrive on Iziz. His medical treatment after Taris hadn't been as complete as he would have liked, the Outer Rim wasn't very stocked in bacta or kolto like core or gifted with wizard healers like Yavin. The skingrafts on his body had been healing slowly, at best, though he was back in...

Vraes could feel the blade of his axe bite into the elbow of the Sith, though the strength in that arm faltered, all but drained from the severe burns across the limb. The crimson saber would start to bite into his cuirass, stopped only by the arrival of Vraes' right bracer. The shoulder...

Vraes was just scrolling through the holopad, trying to catch himself up on the news of the galaxy. After all. if it was online, it had to be true, right? Right? Something would catch his eye. "Hmm Dr. Morata sure has been busy.." He wasn't sure who this 'Voren' guy was but he seemingly knew...

Vraes' visor would shift to Drow, who he offered a subtle nod to. Then it tracked to Alex. he'd done his part, no matter how miniscule it was, and like Alex he would have someone to report to. "Master Venn, Errol. That's my cue as well." he offered both a lazy two fingered salute before turning...

Once the repulsor fired, Vraes was already moving. He couldn't let the Sithling recover, nor could he give him a chance to breathe. The Sith had taken quite the tumble, and the tumble meant time. Valuable time for Vraes to dart forward and close the distance, hopefully putting the Sith down...

At this point, Vraes would remain quiet, choosing to move beside the little puke, his heavy armor nudging the man. The visor would shift to focus on the arms dealer. The man had chosen wisely so far, he had no idea the lengths Vraes was willing to go to get the Jedi their ships. "When they come...

Vraes had nearly two decades of combat experience over the young Kel Dor, and he was about to learn the proof of that. Every action had a reason and as the Kel Dor sucked his midsection back, his swing waiting for the exposed axe head, Vraes would smile beneath his helm as he tilted the butt of...

The benefit of the helm? You could frown. You could frown all day and nobody would be the wiser. And the Mandalorian hated everything about the man standing before him. So, Vraes would casually step forward, at least as casual as one in heavy armor could. "Credits are only good.. when you are...

Though Vraes was a well-trained navigator, he learned a few tricks in his day. He removed a stick of chalk as they walked, small enough to hide in his palm. During the walk, he'd pause at each intersection, admiring the craftsmanship of the station, or at least that's what it looked like. In...

Vraes rolled his eyes beneath his helm. This kid alone, was the poster child of why Aruetii shouldn't procreate. Was it a fair thought? Not at all. But the thought alone gave the Mandalorian a silent laugh. Though heavy gauntlet would rest on the top of Maiko's head. "Don't call me Mister. We...

"I make no promises, Master Jedi." Vraes would say with an amused tone through his helm as they headed for the exit ramp. "I believe even the Destroyer himself would weep for your broken nails." the Mandalorian said as he descended the ramp. He knew full well what she was capable of, he was just...