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The situation unfolded slowly, then, all at once. The one on the bridge had elaborated and elaborated, and a sinking feeling finally dropped in his stomach when they reached him. Laeo beheld the monstrosity their benefactor on the bridge had been transformed into with a mixture of fascination...

The treasure of kings. Thousands of artifacts, each priceless. Well, until he’d put a price to them. “A few.” Those were the words Trini had used, and so that was what he’d abided by. Six artifacts– a beautifully crafted diadem, an ornamental weapon of some long dead culture, an electrum clad...

Sheering metal screamed as the bulkhead doors slammed shut. His eyes remained fixed on the door, then dropped to the mass of wires and torn flesh that made up the creature’s head. His eyes remained fixed on it, pulling his blaster back over his shoulder and aiming at what was left of the...

The second the smaller droid hit the ground, Laeo had begun his retreat, approaching the door leading to the bridge as quickly as he could without the aid of the force. As he ran, his eyes fell on the Amaran, firing at the larger abomination. Turning his head, he’d watch the latest horror play...

He’d felt it. Writhing in his bed, nightmares of broken bodies and burning cities tormenting him, the disturbance pierced his unwaking mind like a hot knife cutting butter. His ship rattled as a scream erupted from his throat, propelled out of him by years of pain, hate and terror. Years spent...

He witnessed his will manifest with a grim focus, watching as the lesser abomination was slowly torn apart. The wires fought to keep themselves tangled together as the force pulled them apart on his behalf. Laeonas had been trained as a Jedi, had spent years honing his strength, and as he willed...

Fear. It had a way of slowing things to a crawl in the worst ways possible. It instilled in it’s victims a sense of impending doom, as if the next few seconds would see them witness something absolutely horrific. The body’s explosion of gore and viscera sent him reeling backwards, and he...

Laeo had spent a lot of time considering what he’d face in the station. He had pictured malfunctioning security systems, battle droids and turrets firing at him. He’d mostly practiced dodging blasterfire or pyrokinensis– in case any of the droids were equipped with flamethrowers. He'd been...

Paranoia was a hell of a drug, but the high didn’t last very long. If the Sith were the ones behind this, they wouldn’t have allowed a Jedi to get within ten lightyears of the station, and he counted… four of them? “A Sith would space us all if it meant kililng four Jedi.” He thought. The fact...

The cacophonous silence broke when he heard the door open. He didn’t need to turn to know who it was. The Amaran’s presence stirred in the force, and he wasn’t sure if he wanted her grieving at his side, or if he should slam the door in her face. His mind was a whirlwind of emotions, but his...

As the chromium clad freighter dropped out of hyperspace, Laeo would slip out of meditation and into an outfit that hid a polyfiber mesh that hugged most of his body. With that was his usual equipment, as well as a pair of gauntlets, inconspicuously hidden in his coat pocket. He wasn’t really...

Laeo quietly exhaled from his nostrils as he felt the cold steel of the lighter in his fingers, tension leaving his body as he brought it to the cigarra at his lips, striking once, twice, thrice, then igniting. He took a deep drag as he handed the lighter back, blowing out a cloud of smoke...

“You aren’t my father.” He couldn’t help bursting into giggles at Tristodd’s reply. Laeo couldn’t count the number of times one of his mother’s boyfriends or landlords or… whatever else earned an ear piercing, shrieking declaration from his boyhood self that they weren’t his father. Similar...

A spark of interest flashed against his aquamarines, the pursed lips, bemused smirk and playful “Hmm?” letting Tristodd know that Laeo thought his quip was interesting, if not a little amusing. He’d probe him on that sometime later, when the mood was a little more whimsical. He couldn’t remember...

Taking the tram had been a mistake. In the years he’d spent away from his homeworld, a few things had changed. One of the streets he’d always used to avoid was actually safe to walk through these days, provided you looked intimidating enough. Another he didn’t so much as have to carry a knife...

A slight tug, telling him to look up, and there he was, sitting across from him. “You move quietly.” Laeonas said flatly, looking back down at his datapad. Trist asked his question as the older man drank the last of his caff, scrunching his nose as he finished. “Y’know, I specifically ordered...

Laeo had never liked Chandrila. He didn’t know why exactly. Growing up in the cramped, dark and disgusting tenements of lower Cormond had given Laeo a taste for luxury and beauty that hadn’t waned after years of traveling offworld. By any metric, Chandrila was everything the man could’ve...

“HYA!” His cry was weaker this time, as if the reluctance to hit the board was bleeding into his speech. Crack. There were his knuckles, bloody and raw, colliding with the wood. The first time the headmistress had put him on this exercise, he’d tested the limits of his pain tolerance. There...

Well… this really shouldn’t have been that surprising. Laeonas wasn’t really used to… opening up. It wasn’t entirely his fault; he’d spent his formative years on a planet where the only way to earn someone’s trust was to share blood or owe them credits. His mother’s solution to most of his...

It took a month for him to figure out what he was doing wrong. A month, spending all day from sunrise to sunset standing outside, getting knocked on his ass as he tried his best to meditate. It was torturous at first. He couldn’t go a few minutes– a few seconds sometimes– without being topped...