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The titanic figure waited for a heartbeat, his hands softly tapping at the rim of his helmet. The gears in his mind turned as he thought of the best answer to the question at hand. His lips twisted softly before he spoke, at first not quite sure he was sure as to what was being asked before...

Issachar turned his head to Grip and to Shale, his eyes only slightly narrowing as he thought about his words for a short moment. He cleared his throat, slowly stepping forward again. His voice grumbled in his lungs, his heavy vocal cords releasing his deep and powerful voice. He made sure to...

Issachar glanced his two sets of eyes around the room, the bionic pair making sure to note all weapons that were visible to then. He uncrossed his arms and stood up straighter, his helmet looking down at the smaller beings in the room. He knew most of these were going to be human, and he knew he...

The Annoo-dat Prime stepped through the abandoned workshop, his helmet's top knot bouncing rhythmically with his cape by each step he took. His enlarged armor design made some of the tighter areas around the workshop harder to navigate, but that did not bother him. His strength paired with his...

The massive figure finally began to stand up fully, it's frame well over eight feet tall and built like a brick house. The top knot on the back of the helmet was swaying in the wind as it turned back to look at John, the dull silver sheen of his helmet reflecting the sunlight as it glared down...

The Mandalorian's ears were ringning loudly, not by the shot he fired but by the growing headache that had been with him since he crashed into the sand dune. Was it a crash? He did not really remember that, all that was on his mind was getting that Bantha. He had not taken the shot to save the...

The Mandalorian's perception was slowed, but he still was a trained Warrior. What would have seemed fast to any normal civilian felt sluggish to him, he knew he would need a once-over before he was to do anything major. He unsling his slugthrower rifle and put the scope to one of his lower eyes...

The vision was blurred inside his helmet as Issachar felt a small trickle of blood roll down his forehead. The ringing in his ears was screaming at him, but not as much as the headache that had formed after his rocky landing. Each step was slower than usual, weighty to make sure he was not going...

The craft was rocked by the meteorite, it's frame bending around the large piece of rock and being flung towards the nearest gravity well. The engines went dead the instant the meteor struck the hull, and Issachar knew that. He acted quickly for his massive size, grabbing various pieces of...