Auryn fixed the Sith woman with a flat look. "Y'dare speak ignorantly about everythin' else jus' fine," he replied in a genuine-sounding tone of confusion. Maybe that's why most of what she said was so vague? Like a fortune-teller or other scam artist. Certainly sounded Sith-like to Auryn.
The...
"Then hand it over," Auryn bluntly rebutted, making a 'gimme' gesture with his free hand. "Since y'don't need it." It didn't look like he was taking that excuse. Sah'ra made promises, but a Sith's word was worth nothing and he outright didn't believe her. She was just trying to talk her out into...
Auryn grumbled loudly during the Sith's entire spiel, and it wasn't his stomach this time. He didn't like anything she had to say, especially since earlier she'd kept going on about dark destiny while trying some mental attack. Suffice to say the Firrerreon really didn't like Sah'ra.
But if...
Sah'ra had blocked Auryn's two-handed, Force-enhanced with only a single non-enhanced arm. In doing so she risked her saber being forced back down to scorch her face, blinding her in one eye. As she twisted beneath the saberlock, Auryn pivoted counterclockwise on his front-facing right foot to...
With Auryn's flash of light appearing successful, his free hand rose to the grasp his lightsaber's pommel for a two-handed grip, hilt up near his right shoulder. He scooted to his right behind Ezra back Sah'ra's telekinetic attack came in, concealing his movement behind the other Padawan'...
Auryn's eyes blinked open, blurry vision slowly focusing to see the shade of trees above him, stars sparkling high above between moon and clouds. Groaning grumpily, he sat up and rubbed his head, hand coming away sticky with drying blood. He stared at his hand. Where and why? His head hurt, too...
Auryn's patience was rapidly wearing thin between hunger, the surrounding darkness, and Sah'ra's irritating voice. But he still refused to start the fight, internally insisting on keeping himself in check. Didn't stop his increasingly caustic commentary, though.
"That door's made of stone ya...
The Sith would hear a sound halfway between scoff and snarl the moment she mentioned 'destiny', echoing slightly in the pitch black. "Destiny's fake. A person's path is what they make it." Auryn said the last part more toward Ezra, who looked somewhere between quietly panicked and spaced out...
"Yup-," whatever Auryn was going to say next was cut off by the experience of a person used to piloting hot rods flying the interstellar equivalent of an aging freight truck. Still, the quarter Sephi was surprisingly good at handling the vegetable-scented flying brick that was Meatlord Joe's...
Sah'ra knew nothing about Auryn, not even his name, so her attempt at manipulation in the Force was blindly reaching for something to latch onto. Ezra didn't know any of the Firrerreon's loved ones, either. He'd never been there to meet them. He hadn't known them before they burned.
Instead...
Auryn carelessly flipped several stray strands of golden hair out of his face. "Already have. Maybe I'll send ya tickets t'my debut." Spoken, as usual, in a tone of complete self-assurance that made telling a joke from seriousness very difficult. Then they moved on forward.
The Firrerreon's...
Auryn saw Ezra's signal and he knew exactly what to do. As the Droid began to turn around, the Firrerreon violently sneezed directly in the droid's face with a sound partway between a shout and snarl, spraying spit and half-chewed gum all over the poor machine's face plating and photoreceptors...
Auryn stared at the floor, by all appearances spaced out while others made their way across the trapped bit of floor. He only looked up again when the creepy stone mask guy got konked over the head by a returning scythe. The Firrerreon briefly rubbed his head and dragged the man into a corner...
AMBIANCE
His nostrils flared briefly at the smell of fresh blood, pupils slightly narrowing, lips curling toward a snarl for a moment. Auryn wanted no part in that whatsoever and began, like Ezra, to stride right back out. Then the ceiling started trying to turn into the new floor and he was...
Auryn preferred the hangar smell to much of the station. Strong motor oil, rust, and burnt ozone, but without flowers and plants making it all weird. Walking slowly and casually, he meandered into the open space with the air of a bored teenager seeing what was what. While Ezra examined the...
Auryn slid backward away from the masked man's puking mess, expression curling into what looked vaguely like a snarl as the ripe stench of half-digested spoiled milk, stomach acid, and rot blasted through the air. His left arm came up to cover his nose, trying to block out the wholly unpleasant...
Auryn fixed the spooky lady with a flat look that dripped sardonic boredom. His gum popped again. "Can't you tell by lookin'?" was his unhelpful reply, eyebrows raising slightly. The Firrerreon could feel himself growing grumpier as the talking went in meandering circles and no snacks...
Auryn's hands dropped to casually rest with thumbs hooked along his belt, posture relaxed and aloof, if still kinda grumpy. The ruins were foreboding to be sure, what with the wacky blue flames and general ominous-ness, but at least it didn't smell like the gross mix of flowers and motor...
Trudging along just behind Ezra with hands shoved in pockets, Auryn frowned slightly. "What, th'fangs and eatin' habits didn't give it away?" he ribbed good-naturedly if somewhat grumpily. The Firrerreo chewed away at some extra-hot spicy cinnamon gum. Closest thing he had to a snack on him; he...
Auryn either didn't notice or didn't mind Ezra's staring, leaving the other padawan to his comparatively restrained eating habits. The smoothie was weird, the Firrerreon making an indiscernible face of confusion at it. He still inhaled the ominously green drink though, despite apparent dislike...