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Jasper took a long, deep breath. Here he was, just some street rat from Llanic, standing on the bridge of a stolen Onager as part of an offensive mission against the Sith Empire. A sense of guilt threatened to edge in, and he could only imagine the faces of some friends if they knew. One...

With his jaw firmly set, Ranger Holliday made no further comment on the Imperial crew as they died. Once the ship was cleared and beginning to recycle atmosphere, the supporting droid crew and soldiers who'd been folded up were activated and made their way to their stations. "Squad Aurek and...

After clearing the transport's bridge crew and himself shooting one pilot, bits of Jasper's history on Llanic started coming out. He let the carbine drop, walked in, and turned to Darius. "Do we need the crew alive?" The pair of Rangers now had control of the bridge, but that wouldn't last if...

Jasper grimaced as the sound of voices echoed down the maintenance corridor. He figured the speakers must be around the corner up ahead where the cockpit was supposed to be since they couldn't see anyone just yet. His hand tapped Darius' left shoulder from behind, then grabbed the back of the...

He smirked at Belari's admonishment. "Nah. Might keel over, though." Then they went in. As the two crewmen came by and Darius grabbed one, Jazz thrust his carbine barrel into the other's throat and simultaneously pulled the trigger. Grasping the very stunned man's jacket Jazz pulled him behind...

Jazz made a dismissive noise. "Yeah, sure. Not really doin' this for him though, are we?" Sith were known more for exploding things than diplomacy, whatever nerfshit their mouthpieces vomited out onto the galactic stage. Yeah fame, woo, cool, whatever. Jasper signed onto the Rangers to help...

OOC: This thread takes place concurrently with Operation Corellian Run. Only PCs who are not occupied there and know the routes of Exegol can oppose. This is an intrigue thread. The Bothan Spynet must be incredible to find the dirt that leads to a mission like this one. Aboard a G1-A...

This wasn't Jasper's first forray into the scorching desert heat of Tatootine's twin suns. It was just as much horrifically hot as the first time, and the several thereafter. The ISC Ranger was dressed in civvie stuff with a sneaky blast vest on to blend in, save for the pretty obvious blaster...

Jazz clicked his tongue and sucked his teeth irritably. 'Extra care' sounded not good and like less time doing what he needed to do. His eyes flicked to Rowan's face and back to the ceiling, blinking when he saw the barest hint of pink. What was that about? "My shoulder's in your hands then," he...

Jasper snorted with amusement when Rowan interrupted himself, something he immediately regretted since it hurt his shoulder. Still grumbling to himself he accepted the other man's help in getting to a bed, not looking up from the floor. Settling down against the sterile sheets with a groan, he...

Jasper slowly blinked at Rowan's awkward reply, wondering vaguely if he'd done something to cause it. And that grimace- was it really all that bad? Jazz would look down to check but he was kinda dizzy and didn't feel like vomiting would help. He swayed slightly where he stood with the nurses'...

Ranger Holliday liked his job most days. Good benefits, good pay, see the galaxy, make a difference, so on, so on. Medic quals were harder to get and keep, but that too was a challenge he accepted. He couldn't rightly complain about keeping fellow rangers alive in the field. There was just one...

Damn near everyone on Llanic paid attention to Huttball. Right now in fact there were big parties and everything going on back home. But, with a paycheck that'd only increased since gathering extra qualifications through school, Jazz decided to show up at the actual event. For free, since he was...

THEME Jazz had apparently chosen the worst possible time to visit home. Well, it wasn't actually a visit so much as his arm getting twisted as a native to help out with the refugee situation. Not the worst job but it wasn't that fun, either. Trying to break up a pair of pissed off Firrerreo...

Jasper was late. Was it intentional to be fashionable? A choice by the show runners for some reason? Did he fall asleep in the transport on route to the location? The galaxy may never know. But Jazz had arrived in trousers and hoodie, hair in a casually untidy bun and a lazy smirk on his face...

Jasper followed along with the other man with an almost casual air, although if he carefully watched where green eyes went he'd note they were flicking in the direction of others around them. For once he was in uniform but his habit of keeping hands in pockets hadn't changed thus far. "Joined...

Jazz rose an eyebrow casually at the other man, eyes following him for a moment as he grabbed both of their finished drinks to dispose of. Both rose further at the question Rowan asked at the same and a lazy smirk settled on his face. He shrugged and stood up from his seat while Rowan packed his...

Not all was well on Dressel from the reports Ranger Holliday had been reading. After the death of an ISC ambassador during a strike by the locals he and another were being sent to investigate one way or another. The powers that be were hoping that their mix of skills would be able to drum up...

Rowan got an amused look from his 'mom' comment and a grin formed, but Jasper managed managed to cut down his return comment to a vague, "Not much of a 'mom' type," and left it at that. "Just don't pass out walking, eh?" Seriously, he'd seen that before. Could get awkward. The white-haired...

Jasper shrugged off the staring the first time, figuring he didn't exactly fit the baseline stereotype of any kind of Ranger, especially right then. He only bothered to keep his hair tightly bunned back while on the job, had his piercings and tattoos, and really didn't come off military in his...