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Why had he left? Where had he gone? These were the questions he asked himself almost every day. The long-lived Morellian biology kept him looking young, but Altair could always see through Cairo. Altair could see the sullenness that depleted his very spirit. He'd answer the question. "I never...

Slowly, the takoyaki cart wandered its way around the outskirts of the celebration, slowly but surely snaking its way into the military procession. Free snacks for soldiers has a way of greasing the wheels, and while the security apparatus was present, even the guards wanted to believe in the...

Raze. In many ways, he symbolized the most potent evils of the Sith Empire: The wanton violence, the cruelty, the desire for absolute dominance and rule through fear. And yet, for a few who had lived at the Sith Empire at a certain moment, the figure represented something...different. Not...

Altair's birthday. What a journey the last year had been. Together, they were Cairo and Altair: the unstoppable duo of dumbasses. But individually, they had begun to blossom. Cairo had seen Altair grow, slowly, into the man that he was becoming. He would soon make a great and powerful Sith, an...

She was right. They didn't have much of a choice besides just infiltrating the thing straight-up. He didn't like either option, either of them posing as someone's property or someone's owner. He figured that the entertainer route would have the least amount of violence, but...would it seem...

Cairo looked curiously at each of the questions as Sol wrote them, considering how to best answer them, before he reached the last one. A wide grin crawled up his face - he had been caught. "You, uh, want a j? I brought one. We could smoke while we study." He flicked it into his fingers from his...

Oh yeah. She was blind. He always forgot that with the Force Sight types! How many times had he thrown things right at Malou, completely blanking on her lack of sight? As the noise from the holo-screen continued to blare, Cairo listened to her questions. It was a rather strange mission to be...

After a brief trip to the hangar restroom spent dry heaving, Cairo took a sip of a healthy-looking green and orange juice behind the closed stall. He spit it out almost instantly. This withdrawal thing was a real bitch. But, he couldn't sit and mope today. They had work to do. He rose from the...

PUPPY! Cairo always fancied himself a good pet owner. The health of his little, weird iknayid he had nicknamed 'Legs' was testament to that, so he believed. A puppy would make a natural, perhaps even normal, pet for the young Acolyte. But with the amount of time he spent in the Free Worlds...

"No, no." He shook his head at her comment, slightly taken aback by her directness. It was bold. It was hot. And he appreciated her piercing through the fog of his own confusion and pity party by asking something so straightforward. He slipped his hands into his pockets, sheepishly. "I've...

They all whooped and hollered at the mention of the word party. As the pair became more accustomed to their surroundings, booming music from a DJ's turntable and popped bottles indicated this was, indeed, a party. Cairo watched, impressed by her strength. She was so...ripped. He helped her to...

Cairo glanced towards her when she spoke. He had spent most of the day in a 'contemplative,' awkward silence for. The party was a sore spot, and he wasn't nearly mature enough to talk through it with Trace just yet. When he heard her open the bag of chips, he reached out through the Force to...

Cairo, as instructed, knocked and walked right in. His eyes were ablaze. He had gotten stoned before the tutoring session, an effort to make it less boring, but it made him late. Herbs, too, helped distract from the crippling effects of Wildfire, the ticking time bomb that wreaked havoc on his...

He had to learn how to dodge, at some point. Altair was spot on, there. He'd been clocked in the face, what, four times since they had met? It was a running joke that Cairo needed to change up. Altair had a certain grace, yet brutishness when they fought. In his violently drugged-out state, his...

He didn't realize how much he had wanted this moment until it had happened. That was another thing they had shared - obviousness towards their obvious chemistry. Cairo pulled her closer, tighter, his hands around the small of her back to support her. Cairo pulled back as she did, listening to...

Then he ran his mouth. What the fuck were they teaching these Jedi - didn't they get home training? Zana held him in place as he tried to escape the situation, but he wriggled his hands out from under her as she held him. As she demanded an apology, rightly, he provided an insult. By the time...

Were they ignoring him? That felt rude. Jedi hypocrites! Cairo further noticed a feeling of coldness emanating from the the Echani. His eyes barely even registered Cairo, so focused on Zana was he. He seemed mad. Part of Cairo wanted to press that button a little bit, see just how much his mere...

Lieutenant Commander Cai Whatsisface of the Hapan Royal Guard. The reason for this mission was twofold. The first was his duty as an official dignitary and member of Hapes' Royal Family. He was to visit, have a nice dinner in the honor of the Queen of Hapes, and offer some medical and food...

Cairo spit up some seawater onto the deck for effect. "Yeah. Clumsy. We almost DROWNED, bro!" He raised his voice, hoping to be just off-putting enough that people would think about asking them too many questions. Cairo could be as annoying as he needed to be. "We're at the...

Altair said the three magic words. Alien Titty Bar. "Yeah, let's cut this weak shit out." He sniffled once more with a laugh, as he rose to his face. Rained on, muddy, and now they were about to literally steal the clothes off of two people's backs to watch big alien booty get thrown in their...