Search results

.Wes kept his head (and upper half) low, capitalizing off the lizard's massive size. As it tried to thrust out at him, he quickly shifted his body to the left, disengaging from the lock and avoiding the tip of his opponent's blade by a small margin, the heat emanating off of it only inches away...

.Wes was a skilled duelist, or as skilled as one could get when growing up waving swords around. He certainly possessed more skill and flourish than a bipedal lizard, even if he wasn't as strong. As he swiped at the Barabel, it used its left saber to try to block, while also jabbing its right...

.Kriffin hell. That Zeltron chick was crazy, but it seemed there was a method to her madness, because she somehow managed to kill the Deucalian. Wes followed, holstering his pistol and charging into the room, lightsaber in his right hand. He arrived after Zarya bisected the warrior, but his dash...

.The Deucalian's shove had hit him, though not in time. His first hit the Crusader's pauldron, ruining it. The other three went wide, luckily for the Sith. Nevertheless, Wes pressed on, seeing an opening. The Crusader had made a mistake. She'd, more or less, sat down, her eyes closed. Sure, she...

.He could tell this was a personal topic for Doz, but that was normal—every Sith was affected by the civil war. Wes couldn't say he disagreed with her, which is what set him apart from the other Drasts. The next words he spoke were inconceivable to hear from a Drast's mouth. "Hey, I never said...

.Wes saw the attack coming as soon as his hand reached for his blaster. He'd underestimated them. No matter. He reached his arm out as the blast approached, the attack hitting him full on. The Drast used the hand to grab hold of the door's handle, and held onto it like it was a lifeline. The...

.As the darkness consumed him and he began suffocating, Wes was overcome by a single emotion. It wasn't panic, or regret, or sadness. No, he was completely overwhelmed with an anger hot as a thousand suns. He would not meet his end here, on this snowy shithole, getting suffocated by skeletons...

.He had never broken his nose before. It had hurt, but that was the part where he knew what would happen—the recovery, however, was completely unknown to him. Wes had no idea what Doz would do to him, so he closed his eyes and hoped for the best. Nicely enough, she gave him updates on everything...

.Wes could feel the dark side seeping into him, revitalizing the Sith. It was like mountain air to him. He breathed the energy in, and already he could feel his muscles start to work again properly. The dark border seemed to withdraw from his vision, so he looked up to see Doz flipping him off...

.This Jedi had managed to anger both Acolytes to the point of no return. Doz seemed to be fuming, and Wes was ready to use all energy to wipe out this goddamn ghost. It seemed they were on the same page. As Doz gripped the Jedi within a field, Wes reached his arms out, and electricity erupted...

.Wes wasn't sure what was more interesting: the ghost's willingness to debate, or Doz's willingness to humor him, while exerting energy fighting. The Drast remained silent, instead charging up the Force, his feet rooted to the marble floor. The Jedi seemed to be concentrated on Doz. The woman...

.Surprisingly enough, Talik had a sense of humor. Relaxing, Wes sat back in his seat, realizing that he'd been rather tense. She mentioned Ed, and he watched as she fell silent, a somber air falling over them. Death tended to ruin plans. He looked at the first book, then at the other, and...

.Well, Sith weren't known for their friendliness. Still, Wes knew that, and he was prepared to deal with the consequence of "sneaking" up on them. The hilt of his lightsaber was already in his hand when the spear came flying at them—shortly following "Ghostlings?!"—so all he needed was to ignite...

.He couldn't help but laugh. "Wesley? The Drasts may be a noble family, but my parents weren't that noble. If my name was Wesley, I would have let myself get downed in combat years ago." He took another shot. He could already feel the effects of the first glass beginning to set in, loosening him...

.Well, that wampa had definitely been a lot less dangerous than he had expected. In the span of a few minutes, it went from life-threatening to ready to be made into a coat. It was strange that people actually found wampas dangerous. Wes nodded. "Agreed." He turned around, hundreds of crystals...

.This Twi'lek was too curious for her own good. Wes sometimes forgot that the subtleties of diplomacy among the higher classes did not carry on down the pyramid, resulting in him being too soft during negotiations. And she was capitalizing off of that. "Kriffin hell," he said, somewhat...

.It was amusing to see the Twi'lek pose such an innocent question. It brought a slight smile to Wes' lips. He chuckled, then replied. "Any Drast worth his salt has a network of...correspondents, to keep tabs on his beloved family members. We may be a family, but we are prone to more infighting...

.Now it was targeting Shikari as well. Wes wasn't sure what exactly they were fighting, but being near it filled him with an unmistakeable sense of dread, and it emanated cold. He stood up and ran toward Shikari, grabbing his lightsaber on the way. The Drast wasn't sure how to help, but he had...

.Doz's shockwave approached the Jedi ghost, who simply stood there, as if taunting. A look of relaxation on his face, he watched as the dust in front of him kicked up. Then, right when he meant to be hit, he vanished. The shockwave hit the stones that had collapsed and covered the entrance...

.The Ghostlings had a pretty nice planet, to be fair. Nighttime had set long ago, but the meeting was only happening now, as if the Republica closed its eyes in the dead of the night. Sure, most of the capitol of Datar was sleeping now, but Imperial Intelligence was not. Wes and his partner...