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"Well, you won't have to go far to let em know. At least one will be posted to follow you everyday. Nothing personal, I'm sure you understand. But you did shoot me." Dusty pointed out. Pleased that he had a new flight instructor for the month, Dusty brushed off his gleaming white cloak and...

"As you saw yesterday, my forces mainly fly the old A-Wings. Normally backed up by some gunships and civilian freighters. So you'll start in one of those. Show my boys how to stretch that old bird to its limits and how to counter bigger ships and faster ships. After that, maybe you start flying...

"And remind me not to get shot. Oh yeah, I haven't forgotten. I'm still banged up from those two you put in me." Dusty said, gesturing to his bandaged leg, which he was currently supporting with an ornate cane he'd stolen from a Plooroid history museum. But if Essla thought that his expression...

"Hey hey don't talk that way about yourself. Positive thinking, right?" announced one King Dusty Daytonus, first of his name and the current reigning monarch of the Ploo system. Soon to be the entire Ploo sector if this string of victories held up. The Glymphid king, entered Essla's prison cell...

Getting off ten shots before diving off to the side was a bit time consuming. Either Essla took the time to aim each shot, meaning the stunblast hit her before all ten got off or she wildly fired all ten before diving. Either way, Dusty wasn't quite dealing with ten shots aimed at his person...

"Noted. Uh...so speaks the king." Dusty radioed to Ka'ra'yac casually, before quickly adjusting. In the heat of battle, he sometimes forgot he was supposed to carry a certain sense of gravitas with every word he spoke. You know, general king stuff. He rolled his eyes a bit though at the...

Given that Dusty was near the bottom of the hill and Essla was at the top, the explosion didn't really eviscerate so much as it sent a large amount of dirt and pebbles showering down upon the Glymphid king below. It knocked him on his ass and made him quite dirty but given that the alternative...

Blast! No, literally, the rock that Dusty was taking cover behind was getting blasted to smithereens because of Essla's firing. The Glymphid king was crouched in a most unkingly position to avoid getting shot because his cover was gradually getting smaller and smaller. He picked up a rock and...

Oof. It'd been a few weeks since the last time that Dusty had been shot. That had been at that technology expo he'd visited. That nerdy Faust had touted he'd invented a blast-reflectic material and Dusty, inspired by some alcohol and his ego, had shot the sample material to test that theory...

Dusty managed to make it to the shore without being shot at, which he found to be rather cool. The swim lessons Mama Daytonus had paid for all those years ago had paid off. Of course, not being blind or deaf meant that Dusty heard the screaming, smoking ARC-170 go in for a rough landing behind...

Essla evening out her shields meant that the barrage of A-Wings firing behind her went from shooting at a 90 percent shielded rear to a 50 percent shielded rear. As such, more shots than she may have initially calculated ended up punching their way through. To make matters worse for her, the...

Dusty's wingman went up in flames as the ARC-170, for seemingly no reason, decided to rain hellfire upon the A-Wing. "Oh hellfire!" Dusty swore realizing, he was going to have to destroy a seriously valuable piece of Clone Wars era tech. He ordered half of Dusty Squadron to follow him as he...

King Dusty Daytonus was experiencing unprecedented success in his system. Already king of the entire Ploo sector, the rascally Glymphid king set his sights higher and higher with each conquest. No doubt aided by the Killiks, Sith and Jedi pulling attention elsewhere, the Ploo sector was...

King Daytonus was quite enjoying the life of a warlord. He has successfully conquered the entirety of the Ploo system and had appointed himself king and was now going for the rest of the Plooroid sector too. A couple of hulking Sterebs, from the newly conquered world of Serroco, served as a...

Dusty Daytonus, king of the Ploo system sat back on his far-too-large throne sipping a Dantooine ice twist while watching his monitor droid. It was nighttime on Ploo IV and Dusty was indulging himself after a long day of shirking responsibilities by watching his favorite action thriller on the...

Bo'roth and the A-Wings wreaked havoc upon the stone city, destroying what few ancient turrets the Sterebs had almost all within their first pass. Destroying fighters proved a bit more difficult as they took a while to launch, meaning it was hard to get a read on where they were coming from. But...

Very good. When we land, let's remember to set our weapons to stun. We're only trying to overwhelm them with how great we are - we're not trying to wipe them out. Plus, afterwards, I'd love to have some Steneb bruisers working for me!". Dusty responded to the Anzellan triplets in response to...

It was good to be the king. Since King Daytonus had (forcibly) taken the (self-declared) throne of the Ploo system, he had been loving life and living large. He now had two residential palaces, one on his home of Ploo IV and the other on Ploo II. He had been sampling the local culture of his...

"You need to get out more then! Bunch of stuffy, head-in-the-sands med students..." Dusty grumbled as this upstart doctor claimed, of all things, that he hadn't heard of Dusty yet again. "Oh, there's at least a hundred. Maybe double that if we're counting less threatening injuries. But yeah...

"Haven't heard of me? Oh, that's right - you probably recognize me under my old swoop racing name "Dusty Trails." Or maybe just Dusty, the hero of Felcuia?" Dusty answered Blec in stride, not even comprehending that someone could have not heard of. After all, the King Daytonus title was only...