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“...” A Mandalorian couldn’t display much emotion on his face given that, whether the Mandalorian was one of those Mandalorians who never took their helmet off in public, most Mandalorians still wore their helmets most of the time. Endyr Ratheon was no different. However, this other...

“Shit.” “Uh did ya flip a switch?” “O’course I kriffin’ didn’t.” “Shit.” Well at least the two of them were on the same page in this situation. Things are gettin’ interestin’. And at least whatever alarm system he had indirectly triggered meant this place had life inside of it. “Guessin’ ya...

There was a bit of a difference between self-groping and adjusting one’s garment because it was a bit tighter-fitting than expected. Maybe Endyr might hope that his vods wouldn’t dwell on something so very simple as a guy’s corrected crotch but he actually didn’t give enough of a shit as it is...

Slimo probably wasn’t worried about his civilians, true, but Endyr wasn’t worried about blasting through them either. If and when the decision was kill or be killed, granted. He doubted there would be anyone left with a voice to tell the press at that point. Whether the Mandalorians could fake...

Silver eyes, the Mandalorian woman was pretty to say the least, but the man wasn’t gawking behind his visor. His helmet over his head atop his armor, black and gold beskar’gam, attention on the mission at hand. Slim Seemo. Slimy son of a bitch. Most Rodians this Mandalorian met were no less...

Welcome to the jungle. The Ratheon thought as he walked. We got fun and games. Definitely plenty of game when it came to creatures like Nighthunters. A great way to test a Mandalorian’s strength and ability. Sure, this one would be happy to go solo, but for the kind of prey in mind, well, maybe...

Endyr just blinked at his cockpit upon Rath’s mention of his egg being his entertainment. Wait a minute… Cleansing and inspecting weapons made sense. But shouldn’t the egg be in the same sentence with the kitchen to begin with? Fortunately he wasn’t alone in his curiosity. Hokaan asked about...

“Three,” the captain of the Raza’nante beckoned his ship’s companion. “Do your thing.” So the astromech guided the pilot with two other Mandalorians in a group of three. If one of them wanted to take the lead then Endyr would be happy to oblige. He was a pilot, a warrior, but wasn’t much of a...

It was easy to glimpse the galaxy, see all those stars glittering so far away, and wonder how many a man may take, how many a Mandalorian might conquer. From the cockpit of his ship, the notion was less in this Mandalorian’s imagination; less of an if, more a question of when. The Kom’rk-class...

After Endyr and the restroom gentleman exchanged a look at one another, the former just stared. At some other person, a Mandalorian in a helmet, revealing to him he hadn’t imagined all of this. She stared back, black visor, purple iron, with a signet on her shoulder like nobody’s business...

Something something sambuca and wine later and the other guy told the first guy about Delma-5. A bit confusing, really, considering amid the mumbo jumbo was something of an unreliable narrator. Endyr Ratheon just kept walking as his uncle kept talking, listening to his blabbering in the...

Endyr Ratheon wasn’t much for philosophers and whatsuch; of such di’kuts he’d heard enough. Put this man in front of a campfire, surround it with warriors, hear them sing, let them get drunk. Stories dripping from the tongues, rich with battle, and this man’s clan had a few and then some. To...

Beskar. Had a ring to it. In more than one way. This is the way. Some Mandalorians say. Also, this way. This is the way. A Mandalorian thinks beneath visored gaze. Before him, a mountain, that plateau, and it’s about time to go. Beskar. Endyr had it on his arms, had it on his armor, his...

Here There Be Dragons “YUCK! PAHH! BLECCHH!” Came the voice of a man. “Just gabagool, you fool.” Came the voice of a Man. In a speeder, across the dry desert dunes of a barren world, that seared planet, Demir. It wasn’t horribly hot, not really, but the red haze that sun cast aglow was to be...

After a Mandalorian’s cry is the curve of silence. The other Mandalorians look left and look right. This guy looking at this girl, girl looking at guy. Then, all of a sudden is nothing but laughter. “Wrath!?” Scoffs one man. “You’re one man!” And, like that, sit Mandalorians, stands a Man. His...

“Hear this, Ratheon?” The Mandalorian says. “Yep… It’s a mess...” The Mandalorian says. Karkriffin’ peacekeepin’ sluts. Delayed their response was. So far from those mountains. C’mon over ‘n’ eat dese nuts. Yet he doesn’t have time for them! Can’t afford to be caught, captured! Things to do...

“Casany isn’t The murderer Here.” “Bu—” A man Began But Zaia Krodas Continued Uninterrupted. “She’s not the one Who tried to kill an Entire corvette Full of our vods for Personal revenge.” “See—” Says he. She’s not listening. She’s still speaking. He knows everything. He can explain...

The fire…the dromons of war… Dying…crying…lying on the floor… Mandalore…Mandalore of blasts… Mandalore…Mandalore so glassed… From a dragon’s blast flies a man. And a man is the son of Ratheon. Blood showers from that dragon. From its stomach and also throat. As if that furnace of that earth...

Endyr’s vods called back. On the com to their Cap. Iron Head would take to air. Meanwhile, a dragon’s flare. The beast roars as before. From his distance, Ratheon admires it. The sky is a dragon’s floor. A dragon’s breath! Is yet a dragonfire! From its gullet! Flaming spire! A sea of flames...

Dragon vs. Everyone DANK FERRIK! A Man and The dragon! As the mountain’s wall, That sheet of rock so tall, Began to crack so asunder, The Man felt another thunder. Ya kiddin!? A DRAGON!? Isn’t supposed to happen! This isn’t why I named this roleplay “Here There Be Dragons” I do O so say...