Mlatar watched the spar before taking a small trip down the hall, coming back with a few cyndrilical bottles full of water, Mlatar's full of Blue Milk, and drank it slowly, watching them spar he thought of how good he could become after all of this is over.
Mlatar thought he'd be gone, but manged to grab Hal's arms and throw him to the side, getting up fast and spinning a little, before going for a flip kick to the head, then snap kick to the chest, and then a knee to the chest, hoping it would all connect so he would have this fight be over, and...
Mlatar regained himself quickly and shot up, only to see Hal coming at him with his knee aimed for Mlatar's chest, and tried to dodge, but was too late, and it hit Mlatar in the chest, but not as a staright on hit and more of a graze against his ribs, and he fell to the floor, allowing Hal to be...
Mlatar dropped from the punch, laying on the ground for a second before jumping off the ground and over Hal, turning himself for a leg sweep, then if he fell, a punch to the chest.
Mlatar walked through the durasteel halls of The Will of the Force, knowing his master was waiting for him in one of the training rooms, as that was how it worked. He approached another hallway wich lead to many corridors, he looked for his training room through the ship, finally stopping at...
Mlatar threw his tunic off and set his Sc'rath on the ground, then putting his straps on the ground as well, as he looked at Niasa then at Hal with glee."Lets go."He said as he stepped in the ring, his eyes flickering as he looked from the Zabrak to the Trandoshan to the opponent, and grinned.
Nakish grew tired and took something from his pouch on his utility belt-a jedi lightsaber with a broken crystal and numerous plasma shot burns all over it."You see, yours is in perfect condition, I shot this one to the point of condition in which it couldn't be repaired.The blaster burns are...
Nakish shrugged."I've killed many of you, and sith alike.You're lightsaber doesn't show me anything, or I could've collected hundreds of those, jedi are no different, they are just shown to be strong.Hell, I've taken out one in close range battle with a broken sniper, or with their own...
Nakish pointed his gun at each as he looked at them, knowing if a shot was fired he could take at least one of them, his gun heavy in his hand as he looked at the durasteel armor on the gun."Bounties."Nakish said as he scoffed."I would judge more on Kills rather than a bounty.I've killed since...
Mlatar walked up in the doorway as he watched the two padwans fight, seeing Jarak, who he had met prieviously, and someone he didn't know, but slowly wished to himself that he could fight as well with the two, having fought no one but reprogrammed assassin droids.He slowly walked in the room...
Nakish nodded."Well, we all know how to use guns."He said as he drank the rest of the coffee, then eating the sandwich.
Nakish looked down at his 434, and toom it out of it's armored holster to spin it.
Ara answered the door to a servant telling him that guests were here and his appearance was needed."Okay, be down in a minute."He said as he closed the door and walked to his wardrobe and put his most expensive suit-made on Sembla from silk and washed by hand in the flowing blue rivers-on as he...
Nakish smiled and leaned back as he ate the sandwich and enjoyed the coffee."I came here to get away from the Rangers, and to relax, I've been in battle for 28 years, maybe older than one of you."He said as he looked at each person, taking a sip of his coffee as he watched them."You realize that...
Nikash shook his head with a smirk at the sound of his words."Damn....."He said before responding."Huh, well, I wouldn't flaunt your murders around as I wouldn't mine, but, you got your drink, and I'll join you for the time being.As long as you hold the liquid and fly good."He said before...