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After several seasons of retirement on Takadona, Gett'se Vizsla had come to a singular conclusions. While it was a peaceful life, the life of a farmer was... rather boring. The upcoming expedition of the DECS Pathfinder had come to his attention and after some deliberation he had decided that it...

Gett'se hadn't even noticed the slow drift of the hand towards his blaster, the instinctual movement as he edged closer and closer to death. The wind whistled through the trees, grass swaying to it's gentle tune. Their eyes remained locked and for a moment Gett'se could see his life flashing...

There was a sort of tension that filled the air between the two as Jon stepped off the porch and onto Gett'se's level. He looked Gett'se in the visor as he spoke, something the warrior respected. He had been in this position many times over the years, the standoff where it was likely one of them...

Gett'se was alarmed as he stood there and the Rodian pulled his blaster. Not facing him of course, not intended to gun him down, instead simply charging the barrel to light his cigarette. It wouldn't have mattered if Gett'se went for his own, he realized as he watched the Rodian handle his...

Gett'se watched the Rodian leave, keeping an eye on the Sector Rangers back for a long moment until he disappeared into the treeline. After a few moments, the distant sound of a speeder bike kicking to life reverberated through the forest. Callo. Gett'se pondered the name. He wondered if there...

Gett'se continued his work as the Rodian approached, keeping an eye on the interloper. The man's hand seemed to relax, and as he approached, Gett'se spotted the shine of a badge on his chest. Lawman. It also seemed that if his words were true that Gett'se was the interloper. He must be getting...

Gett'se had just finished digging the foundations of his Vheh'yaim, and was surveying the work standing next to a pile of branches he had gathered earlier. There was still plenty of work to do and the sun was already setting, making him wonder if it was age or grief that had slowed him down. As...

Takadona Gett'se Vizsla was tired. The scans from orbit had indicated a small clearing in the forests of Takadona that he figured would be a good place to set up camp for the night. The old Mandalorian brought the older gunship down to land, thruster's washing bark off a tree, repulsers sending...

The sun set, and Gett'se walked. the sands of Mandalore shimmered in the evening glow. Darkness fell, and Gett'se walked. The stars twinkling like the soul's of fallen children in the sky. He did not stop walking until he had arrived at his destination, the ancient Y-wing gunship that he called...

Gett'se Vizsla felt the soft crunch of the glassy sands of Mandalore under his open palm, his head bowed, kneeling. Once, long ago, he had come home to pay his respects to the wasteland of Mandalore and all it meant for his people. His hand balled into a fist, grains spilling from his fingers...

Is it ever that easy? The question elicited an immediate shake of the head from Gett'se as they walked. No. It was never that easy. And usually when it was it was a trap. As it stood now Gett'se calculated that there was a sixty percent chance the whole situation was already a trap as it stood...

Gett'se was already shifting out of his seat when Arthos gave the command. "Solus, with me." Gett'se shouted down the turret well as he passed it on his way to the troop bay, rushing to a wall pannel that he popped open. Neat bundles of wires led to various ship components. His eyes scanned...

Gett'se's visor trained on Nox as he gave praise for the swiftly altered program, issuing a new order. The reward for good work. More work. Gett'se could have spoke up and told him it wasn't that simple, that he would have to tailor the program individually. Each ship type had different mass...

The gunship touched down and then lifted off again and Gett'se breathed a small sigh of relief as the deployment of the first fireteam went without a hitch. Turrets blazed under his guidance as he aimed at the hangar entrance that the first team would be securing, hosing down the area with...

Gett'se's eyes widened when Nox told him that he would be accompanying him to meet with the Verpine leadership. His buyce remained impassive and he held himself from showing how he felt about the information. He wasn't exactly a good diplomat, he almost preferred silence and solitude to the...

Gett'se was deep in thought as he stared at the holo table. A blue projection of the Roche asteroid field floated in front of him, flickering slightly but otherwise stable. Distant memories echoed through his mind as he contemplated the field, the individual asteroids floating in an almost...

Gett'se stared into the black of space as they departed from the carrier ship. An unfamiliar ship with an unfamiliar crew. Gett'se looked over at Arthos for a moment as the rally master guided the ship towards the planet, the young commander seeming comfortable behind the ships stick. Gett'se...

Gett'se had heeded Nox Solus' call to Mandalore. He stood among others of his clan as they awaited the Solus'alor's words, storm clouds gathering overhead. A sea of blue and black armor stood out among the gathered children of mandalore, the warriors of Clan Vizsla well represented among the...

Gett'se Vizsla listened passively as Rally Master Arthos carried out the briefing aboard the Bes'bavar. Rally Master... The boy had sure grown up. He was still only a boy in the older Vizsla's eyes, but a boy who carried himself with command and authority and had earned the respect of his fellow...

Gett'se kept pace with the others as Nox lead the way. He nodded to himself as Nox chose to go to engineering, breathing a quiet sigh of relief. The place was unsettling enough already, likely crawling with infected. The last place he wanted to go was a medical wing where they would most...