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Bastions of hope. That was a tall order, to Byron's thinking. Millions and millions of sentient beings- and a few spots of light on which to hang their hope. The thought alone gave Byron pause. He had never been a responsible sort. It didn't come easily for him. And yet, now, Byron was...

Shadow company. Disgraced corporation. Black market. Vast resources. Little accountability. The Kel Dor stood, motionless, at the newly opened door. Behind the impassive metal of his mask, data was collating, coalescing, and reforming. Pieces were falling together. And Locke did not...

Locke made a slow circuit of the room as the feline spoke. Seared flesh. He'd missed that. Casualties, certainly- not seared fur, however. Fur, when burned, had nearly as pungent as smell as flesh. Either Sonam had been relatively uninjured, or there were simply that many casualties...

Byron fiddled restlessly with the tasseled hilt of his curved dueling blade. He had been unable to keep his eyes off the elegant handle of the lightsaber clipped to Kalza's belt during their walk. A lightsaber. He knew what it was, in theory. He'd seen holovids. He knew they were the...

Byron paused, looking down at his t'bac stick. No smoking. He didn't like that. The young Corellian took a final drag before dropping the stick and grinding it out with his heel. "Aye, then, ma'am. Right." he murmured. Byron's rebellious instincts rankled, momentarily, and he reminded...

Locke sat, hunkered down on one knee, in the middle of the ruined living room. He trailed a hand through a handful of what had once been a rug. "It has, more precisely, been through a rather professional raid." Locke said. He gestured towards the windows. "Glass debris missing inside-...

Byron dug into a pocket as the Twi'lek talked. He pulled out a thin t'bac stick, letting it hang limply between his lips. The young Corellian raised both eyebrows. Apparently there was quite a bit to being a Jedi. Guardians of peace, he got that. Monastic life- well, not much of a change...

Locke accepted the slip of paper, looking over it once. Less than ten minutes by cab. Indeterminate amount of time to convince the CSF that he needed access. Posh area. Likely difficult. No matter. "I shall see you there, Mr. Jiang." Without further preamble, the Kel Dor slid away...

This website in general - and similarly much of the SWEU - is not about 'hard' sciences. I'd concur with Santaro that even some Humans might technically be incompatible, genetically speaking. But c'mon, there are lazer/plasma swords, starkilling mind-powers... Personally speaking, I'd say...

Byron cleared his throat. He'd heard of things like 'padawans' and the like. But now he was one. Or was going to be one. Or something. The young Corellian felt out of sorts. The Twi'lek, however, seemed gentle and patient- and at the very least Byron appreciated that. "Not really afraid...

Locke canted his head to one side. The creature, it was now apparent, went with Jiang everywhere. The Kel Dor did not begrudge any sentient their pets, but the urge to keep one himself had never struck. They were, to his thinking, objects of sentimental projection- lacking sentience, they...

It was hard for Byron to focus. He'd found it true in Coronet and even harder here. His Force-Sensitivity saw to that, it seemed. Byron had never been able to adequately describe the feeling. It was much like walking through one of Corellia's swampy wetlands whenever Byron entered a city -...

Just so you know, Byron is a Corellian Human, not a Kel Dor...

Byron looked down, over the railing, into one of Coruscant's cavernous trenches. It was a dizzying height, and after a moment Byron stepped back. Coronet City had been something else to him- coming as he did from a small country estate in rural Corellia. This was beyond Coronet City. This...

Booya! Alrighty. How you wanna swing this ICly. You start a thread? Or should I? The character is Byron Kincaid, btw- profile is in my siggy.

Hey hey, Jiang gave me a heads up that one of your characters might be looking for a Padawan. I've got a charry that needs a Master. Whaddaya think?

Night was always strange on a place like Coruscant. Locke had left Dorin with his mother when he was only twelve. Ever since, Coruscant had been his home, and that pleased the Kel Dor just fine. You could rarely - if ever - see the stars during Coruscant nights. There were no stars against...

Locke followed the feline with his gaze. He collapsed the stun-baton in on itself at her request. Seeing Jiang would diffuse the situation. Prehensile tail. Interesting. Military training? Familiar with weapons. Life of violence likely. Confirm later. The Kel Dor thrust both hands...

Fast. Very fast. Too fast for Locke. Not good. Synthetic all but confirmed. Locke didn't press in- canting his head instead to the side. He thought he'd heard something. Metal on metal with something thrown in. But it had been to brief and too muted amidst the sound of Ayda jumping...

Luminescent eyes. Synthetic? Interesting. Explained the stun-baton's effectiveness. Locke canted his head to one side. Feline physiology was not more or less difficult to read than the average humanoid's- merely different. Most humanoids had expressive musculature around their mouth or...