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Hal's gaze followed the trajectory of the wine as Nadya poured it into his glass and then, inevitably, as it spilled onto his luxurious shirt. His eyes proved to be just indiscernible as his mirrored shades were. The energy they radiated was that of a blue sky on a winter's day - cool, but not...

Intelligence was also the trade of Hal Mikko, Jedi Shadow. However, intelligence wasn't a word often ascribed to his undercover operations, nor was subtlety. It had been sheer bravado that had kept his flimsy disguises intact in the past; for instance, disguising himself as a professional...

Phew. 'Salvador' shot the guard another million credit grin upon his compliance, and took one last look around the room before following the man deeper into the cantina. Though the gambler's den had a comforting, if not seedy ambience, a wave of anxiety washed over Hal as he began to notice...

Mere moments later, the doors of the hall were flung open, and through them strode a man with a briefcase, wreathed in a lavish azure-lined cape that thrashed around him in a phantom gale. For ordinary men, making such a dramatic arrival while being clad in outlandish garb would have made for a...

All it took was the unexpected snap-hiss of a lightsaber igniting to trigger Hal's survival instincts. Without hesitating, the hilt of his saber flew to his right hand, and activated the cobalt blade just in time to deflect the initial lunge with a well-timed parry. Anticipating another strike...

It had been months since Hal had last operated in the Core Worlds. Most of his assignments took him to the Outer Rim or even into Wild Space, where contact with proper civilization was limited. Hal preferred things that way. It had taken vital information on the whereabouts of Kressh - a...

The tingling sensation in the back of Hal's mind crescendoed. It was as if his body could feel the danger of the incoming pulse, and when the wave of energy bombarded his protective shield, Hal grimaced. Like a door caving in, he could feel the device spluttering under the electromagnetic force...

Hal's boots echoed against the durasteel floors of the Venator. It shouldn't have been a problem, since they were the only lifeforms detected onboard, but he couldn't shake the feeling that they were being loud. Too loud. And that intuitive feeling was a good indicator that something was amiss...

Hal's ruminations lacked the historical nuance of Alexandria's own, but the Knight could hardly be blamed for the sense of excitement that bubbled within his stomach as he stared out at the derelict Venator. As a child growing up in the slums of Taris, he'd been regaled with stories and legends...

Hal stepped out and found... nothing. Visually at least. He could've sworn the fence was swaying, but that could've been the wind. "Have you been overcharging your batteries again Em-One?" He jokingly called out to his companion, who whistled out its indigence in Binary. Hal shrugged, taking...

Hal Mikko was good with his hands. Always had been. It had often been a blessing and a curse in his life. As a poor kid growing up on Taris, his affinity for repairing things intuitively was often what kept his father's swoop repair shop from going under when the old man got stuck, much to the...

THE RED NEBULA Part I: Dust Rock Blues Hal Mikko drifted aimlessly in a sea of red. His months-long expedition to the Red Nebula's fabled rogue planet had been fruitless. This unnamed, legendary world the likes of which few spacers had ever reached and many fables were told... If anything...

Hal didn't need to be a Jedi to sense that Rishe wasn't exactly pleased with their current arrangement. He doubted that what bothered her was only the sloppy execution of the mission - if one could even call this PR nightmare a mission - but by listening to the curt, dry tone of her responses...

Hal looked at her evenly. While his smirk remained unchanged, his pale blue eyes seemed far more parsing than they had been moments before - almost as if he was reevaluating his first impression of her. His conclusion, whatever conclusion he came to, was utterly unreadable. "You're right...

To Rishe, it seemed as if the Force screamed as the battle raged on, but to Hal... it sang. His lightsaber moved to intercept the incoming blasterfire before his conscious mind could even register that they were fired, and even through his intense focus, he could feel the ebb and flow of the...

Despite all of his Jedi training, it took every ounce of Hal's resolve to stifle the groan that threatened to escape his lips as the bouncer announced his name to the entire cantina. He suppressed a laugh - a coping mechanism in the face of imminent danger - and instead took a moment to center...

TARIS: The plan had been simple. Hal was supposed to have met up with his new apprentice - he wasn't privy to the identity of who the Council had assigned him - several hours ago and have briefed them on his ongoing assignment. It should've been a routine undercover operation. Disguised as...

KASHYYYK As Hal and his two companions made their way along the Wookiee settlement's winding pathways, the Knight couldn't help but muse that despite being hundreds of feet above sea level, the air was still thick and humid. Thankfully, he'd had the foresight to avoid wearing his traditional...

Scene #1 Location: The Overlook Hal hated mornings about as much as he hated slavery, which was to say the least, a lot. Though many of his compatriots had complex morning routines and rituals, he could never bring himself to do the same. The Order was asking enough of him as it was - waking up...

Hal was resolute. Where there had once been anger, there was now serenity. Where there had been fear, there was resolve; where there had been hopelessness, purpose. When he had entered the ship, he had done so out of a reckless insecurity - because it represented a chance to prove himself...