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The smoke filled the corridor as the durasteel doors hissed open. Decker was the first out of the door, quickly disabling a guard who'd tried to take a potshot at him with a rifle. As he stepped out, Gram kept to the right of Lance, advancing with his saber in his left hand. The Vahla stepped...

A slight smile crossed Gram's lips as the Nu-Vaal mused about how a Tauntaun was not capable of the same level of mental acuity most sentients were accustomed to. And therein lied his point, exactly. The Nu-Vaal had invertedly understood exactly the type of viewpoint the Vahla wanted to impart...

”Well, I’m sorry I’m being such a neglectful guest. Next time it’ll be about you. Or your friend.” As Gram listened, the squid-being began to describe what he viewed as the Dark Side. He certainly had a romanticized notion, with the Vahla raising an eyebrow at how in-depth the knowledge seemed...

“Just be happy I’m the first Rhandite you meet. That lot make the Sith look like amateurs.” He spoke the words, realizing the stomach-curdling terror they were in reality. Though the Sorcerers of Rhand were largely inhuman beings, warped by the power of their dark cult, they had very similar...

“So be it. I used work for the Sorosuub Corporation. When I was in my early twenties, I was assigned to a vessel that scouted potential hyperspace routes...” Gram set down, crossed legged, on the greenery beneath him. He launched into his story with surprising ease, though his voice seemed to...

Gram observed the Nu-Vaal's peculiar behavior with a sense of wariness and unease. This philosophy was dangerously close to the one he had been taught by the Sorcerers of Rhand. It was clear the creature sought some form of reaction. Though, the Vahla's demeanor barely changed. "Abda-Vaal..."...

“I…” Gram was uncertain how to respond to the being’s thoughts on his past being enthralling. It had been quite brutal, overall, and something he did not often discuss. “…these new Crusaders seem to have left you with quite the impression…” The Vahla was now slightly bemused. The squid seems...

Gram paid little heed to the squid’s assessment of the Order. It was rather interesting that this being was questioning him, while actively propagating an argument to dissuade him. Gram didn’t want to be hasty and assume that he was talking to a Jedi. Could be an Acolyte, set up here to warn...

Gram lost his concentration from the abruptness of the newcomers appearance, dashing his foot on a jagged pebble that send the cylindrical recording device sprawling underneath a fern. The statue is talking. Great. I’ve officially lost my mind. Cautiously raising his head, the Vahla took a...

The towering trees, their gnarled branches intertwined, cast elongated shadows that danced upon the forest floor. The air hung heavy with the earthy aroma of moss and the distant murmur of unseen creatures. Gram, ever the lone traveler, felt the weight of the wilderness enveloping him, in stark...

“You wouldn’t like how I’d ‘give’ you this lightsaber...” The mystic was partially convinced his saber would bleed if ever Derium got ahold of it. Gram’s carving of a new doorway was paused when the maniac started to release himself from the cell. The Vahla kept his amber eyes on the man. The...

“Lance, it is. Name’s Gram.” How long has he been away? That was a fairly good question. His recovery had taken some time - he’s fallen out of contact with family and friends both. “A year, maybe longer..?” Gram paused. The Council no longer existed? Had the war been going that badly?! To be...

Gram's demeanor had changed. The entire room seemed to fill with a cold, you could barely hear him breathing. The attitude of these two was... extremely annoying. Clearly, these were newer Knights. And clearly out on some sort of date. Part of him wanted hold his hand, give them a lesson in...

Gram could feel the eyes at the back of his head. When he got close enough, the Force embraced him with a sense of calm and collecting. The two newcomers were clearly Jedi - their very presence soothed his mind and soul. He could tell, however, that they were both keeping tabs on his movements...

Gram Van Alasdaire, undercover as a security guard, rose to his feet with a pang of disdain. The blaring alarms resonated through the prison complex as he rose from his borrowed office towards the isolation wing. Clad in a tan cold-weather issue parka over his regular spacer gear, emblazoned...

Gram's heart raced as he found himself suddenly confronted by the woman and the droids. His eyes darted around, assessing the situation in a split second. The woman was experiencing heightened emotions, her mind felt fuzzy and unclear - her intent uncertain. "Whoa now, hold your blasters," Gram...

"What the Kriff." Gram turned on his heels and nearly flattened himself against the underbrush as his ears picked up the distinct twang of blaster fire in the distance. His hunting kit was now in a complete state of disarray. His recovery from his wounds had taken significantly longer than...

-The Old Flame- Death was always a certain thing. That was the sad truth. When Gale had heard of a Sith traitor being hunted down, it was no accident. In his mind, it was either a trap, or something that could not be avoided. An inevitable confrontation, to protect another who was in a...

-To The Grave- “Fine.” The Force became a whirlwind, a cacophony of screams and tritoned music trilling from a source deep beneath the mantle of this world - a wave of pure kinetic energy. Where this Sith used the Force as a blunt instrument of destruction, Gram utilized it as a precise...

As the Lord spoke, and the sorcerer replied, the air grew sullen and the sky dark. “In the manner of the old ways, and the Sith who came before you, we must speak.” He knew to whom he spoke. He did not know their name, or their titles, but Gram could recognize that level of power anywhere...