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Bak-Ru listened through his earpiece as his partners began to discuss. Soon enough his data pad would share the same information. Financial records of a one, Vale Meridian, but the photo linked to this alias proved that it was clearly the Twi'lek that sat before him. Fake identities, low level...

Bak-Ru paced in the office they had been granted at Central Station, his mind working over the details they had gathered so far. The murder weapon was discovered and the prints found on it would soon have a Garvin Shre'aka in custody. Well, if the hadn't skipped the planet yet which any knowing...

Bak-Ru Let out a long sigh as the droid made its discovery. As good as they were with finding clues there was always that lack of organic thought when it came to the machines. The very lack that would have it pronouncing the discovery of a dead bird with what almost mimicked joy. "Yes, let's...

"Excellent!" The young Weequay couldn't contain his excitement when the droid was able to give them a possible location of where the shot could have originated from. Although he had been on crime scenes before there was always a rush of adrenaline when there was a break in the case. The fatigue...

Bak-Ru and Gett'se made quick work of securing the ship and the landing site. Not long after the homing beacon was placed the sounds of another ship approaching would reach them. Not soon after it had landed Bak felt a tug at his waist where the cord tied the two of them together. No need for...

Bak-Ru's gaze would first shift to the Lepi Mando. A slight rise of his rigged brow would be the only sign shown of the surprise he felt at the other's words. He challenged his clans folk and demanded that Bak-Ru be allowed to prove himself. A notion the young Weequay appreciated deeply, but for...

Bak-Ru sat quietly as the Y-Wing tore through space. It may look to other like a case of motion sickness, but it wasn't the space travel that flipped and tied his stomach in knots. This was his first mission as a Mandalorian Foundling. A chance to earn his skin and the name Vizsla. He was also...

Bak-Ru nodded along with Zad. The droids facts were mostly obvious and there was no way in hell they were going to track an unregistered weapon on a planet like Coruscant. The whole freakin planet was covered in a city and filled with billions of people. This was only further cast into doubt...

Bak-Ru paced the balcony back and forth as the droids set to their work. A slight grin would catch his lips as Zad further explained himself, making it clear that he had a bit more experience with this sort of thing than Amos. Although McCord seemed to be slightly embarrassed, Bak-Ru would meet...

Any time for niceties quickly passed as their conversation of food was quickly cut short. Bak-Ru knew they were just filling the brief moments with idle chat anyways. Arthos had brought him here for a reason and as the Vizslas approach, it was time to get to the business at hand. Would he be...

Bak-Ru's helmet shifted towards Arthos. With only a slight nod he acknowledged the words of his superior before turning his gaze forward. It had only been a short time since Lothal was conquered, but it felt like a lifetime ago to the young Weequay warrior. Almost as if he had died on that...

Arthos would cast doubt on Bak-Ru ever wanting to turn his back on the Mandalorian way. A bold prediction, but one that may prove to be true given how the Weequay felt at this moment. As he looked upon the armor presented before him he would be enamored by it. Not just the craftsmanship of it...

Bak-Ru followed the other two rangers out onto the balcony, his dark eyes squinted against the cool wind, their elevation only intensifying the natural effect. His gaze would shift between the spot where the chancellor fell and the surrounding city scape. Someone out there knew something...

Bak-Ru Vizsla, one of many. Although it would take many moons to be proven as a true Mandalorian, he had taken the first step towards a potential future. One of the many paths that his life had could have taken, but destiny had fated him to meet these armor clad warriors. The clan name Vizsla...

The time for humor and ball breaking had come and gone. It was just a defense mechanism anyways. Something to help him cope with the weight of what laid upon his shoulder. The truth was harsh and his truth now was either face death or live as a prisoner. This may seem like an easy decision given...

Bak-Ru's eyes would bounce around as the Mandalorian reach up to its helmet. Although death was surely just a moment away he couldn't help but to be a little curious. Who knew what lay underneath those infamous helms. What species, what gender? Friend or foe? Well, in this case he knew it to be...

A quiet prayer to Quay was the last thing to leave Bak-Ru's lips before he lost consciousness on Lothal. Then time would drift just as his mind did. His existence became flashes of images as the young Weequay barely clung to life. Sunlight glinted off armor that propelled towards him. A burning...

"Pleasure to meet you." Bak-Ru would say as he shook hands with Amos and offered a courteous nod to Zad. He would take a moment to look them over. A chance to try and get a read on either one of them in hopes to get a feel for how this investigation might go. This was his first major assignment...

The young warriors sprinted at each other, propelling themselves towards whatever destiny had in store for them. Bak-Ru's pistol would fire twice, one bolt missing its mark completely, but the other hit the Mandalorian's buckler and caused it to fizzle out in a shower of sparks. The Weequay was...

Bak-Ru was still somewhat amazed at what his life had become since taking his oath as a Ranger. The young Weequay that had barely ever left his home world had now seen many parts of the Galaxy! The most recent excursion being that to the world of Coruscant. Just to think of it! A city that...