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She smirks at him, and the wolf knows his persuasion had failed. It probably would have been expected that he'd use the civility as a potential opportunity. His eyes watch her coldly as she teases him, taunted him with freedom. Xukas isn't making any cute faces though, isn't amused by the...

The padawan seemed to... agree with him. Agree with his points of view. It is surprising, in truth. He wouldn't have expected a Jedi to see reason. The question arises, though. Did he really think there would be peace with the Empire in control? The Empire itself would likely not want the Jedi...

The wolf snorts. Of course that was what he thought. "Staging rebellions. Sowing discord within Imperial communities. Your resistance causes harm to the people it claims to help. Your Jedi are war-mongers." That notched ear flicks with annoyance. Some points he could concede to, but not all...

Ears twitch as the wolf listens, a looming predator upon the mattress that he sat upon. With eyes that glowed and a damp canine nose that glistened, he was silent as the padawan makes her response. She seems thoughtful, as if his question had been food for the mind, a difficult topic to debate...

Closer she walks, and now her voice contracts a serious tone. Xukas wonders about her wintry expression, the shift that seemed so sudden. Had his words really prodded at her so sharply? The wolf is not the type to be amused by such things, but nor does he feel any amount of concern. He wonders...

He stares at her with glowing eyes, silent as she digests the title. The wolf has no interest in feeding her ego anymore than he already had, but he could have respect for the cunning, regardless. To deny her victory, regardless of his own feelings toward it, would be dishonorable. Xukas lets...

Gah. Why was she so... bubbly? She smiled at him, as if they weren't enemies that he had fully intended to kill. Shouldn't she be afraid of him? Xukas supposes, with a bit of shame, that he was probably a lot less frightening in a cage. Even as she describes what had happened during the fight...

The exclamation immediately grabs his attention. Eyes and ears snap toward the source, a girl that he recognizes with a piercing glare. She had been at the battle. Not the Knight that he had been mauling, though. He tilts his head, thoughtful, still trying to piece all of the puzzle pieces...

Pain. Every muscle in his body ached. Tense, overworked. Like he had just spent days at the gym, without break. This was the first thing Xukas noticed when he finally began to stir. Then, the weight of something on his wrists, rough against fur. His ear, stinging, though roaming fingers would...

Tangled against one another, claws to flesh and fur to skin, Jedi and Sith would tumble, would feel the sudden rush of the crisp night's air a moment before they struck rough earth. The impact is jarring, a grunt slithers past snapping teeth, and then fangs connect, burrow deep into the shoulder...

Nostrils flare as the Sith finally allows his gaze to settle, twin glowing flames that pierce the darkness with ease to find the newly arrived Jedi. There is a quiet bite to the air as both Knight and Champion take in the appearance of the other. Fresh upon the wind, the taste of fear washes...

There's a hum in his ears, an unfriendly sound of the speeders that hounded him. Fur bristled as fiery eyes narrowed with a cold and quiet fury. Through a fanged maw, the beast seethed. It was a rage upon himself, an anger towards his own carelessness, his mistake. But nonetheless, he would turn...

This was a primitive world, a place of nature and good hunting, where grasslands flowed in the wind like waves upon a rolling sea. Xukas could see the appeal of such a quiet life here, where skies did not burn with the smoke of factories. He had not come to Shili to gawk at it's unblemished...

OOC Note: Open to Sith aligned characters only. Takes place shortly after the bombing of the Sith academy by unknown Onderon forces. He's angry. Like the fire that licks at dura-steel beams and glows beneath rubble where the spray of firefighting equipment had not yet reached, flickering...

The wolf is grateful as his two allies speak up to affirm his assurances. An ear flicks back to hear the words of both Cheriss and Nova. The Acolyte had been quiet thus far, but at the very least, she seemed to realize that the old Felucian needed some convincing. With the confidence of all...

A rumbling sound of acceptance rises from the beast's throat as Malus leaps to his shoulder, and he's pleased to know that Malus seemed respectable enough. It would appear the wolf would be in pleasant company for the time it took to find these old data caches. He takes a few steps away from the...

The sounds of insects dance through heat laden air, dry, grassy surroundings serving to blanket distant structures of jagged form. The beast that steps from the confines of his personal Interceptor is one that might appear out of place for such a task, for why would a brute seek the knowledge of...

Glowing eyes narrow as the beast ponders the Acolyte's words, rumbling out a light and contemplative hum. "You want to manufacture an illness that specifically targets force sensitives." Xukas echoes, thoughtful. It was a bold plan, but it was not one that would come fast, or easy, and it's...

The wolf tilts his head at the words of Cheriss, who had uttered a good question into the ears of their reptilian, jungle hosts. Eyes of crimson flicker like bloodied flames back toward Lazzis, as their feet carry the group ever closer to the awaiting villagers that huddled outside of their...

He's still as the horned Sith takes the sample, little more than the bite of the small needle indicating it's success. He listens to the geneticist with pricked ears, contemplating what would come next. "No need to bother the Empress." Xukas finally responds, paying little mind to the pat on...