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Bors' shouting was cut off at the sound and sight of someone grabbing his blade and pointing it at him while his fellows were stunned into submission. Slowly, Bors raised his hands upwards, unsure what do to. Without a blade, he was at a disadvantage, and with the gravity generator still off...

General Combat roll: 12/20 "The light is relentless! As am I!" Bors shouted out as he deflected another bolt. Days of training with remote droids continued to flash in his mind as the large yellow blade spun just as continuedly. Bors had studied the jedi lightsaber arts intensely, initially...

The soot covered Giant Pango Duma spoke to first tilted his head slightly. "Another large one..." he stated as he moved closer, cautiously. Two smaller Tree Pangos moved and tapped the large one's leg, reminding him that he had been asked a question. "Oh, right, sorry. Um, it would've been...

Boom, boom, thud, thud, Bors plodding footsteps sounded out. Even if he wanted to be quiet like his fellow padawan wanted, he doubted he could. His weight and the planet's gravity combined to make a difficult situation for him overall. Each step was like marching through water. No, water had...

Bors nodded. With Duma's acknolodgement and permission, Bors returned to the off shooting tunnel and began to dig a wider path for him to follow. Gareth looked to Duma and gestured back to the ride. He would drive the Orcalon to the mining site the workers had been reassigned to. (I leave what...

Bors breathed a sigh of relief. "Excellent! I had no doubts that you would accomplish your tasks, like I did myself. As you can tell, the jammer situation has been solved, and security should have no trouble rounding up the rest of the terrorists" Bors glanced over the side of the building...

"Find the generator, flip the switch. Sounds simple enough. May the Force be with us all." Bors commented. While he wasn't the best expert in generators, hopefully his decent mechanical knowledge and any other knowledge from the others would be enough to fix any issues on the way. And as for...

"Ach, have you dealt with Trandoshans before? " Bors asked as he turned back to his workl. "Slavers the lot of them I've read, and I've seen enough of them to know better to trust them right away. Id bet my blade there is a whole camp of them somewhere on world. Gareth shook his head. "Not...

Ignorant of any ill-will towards him due to his meal orders, Bors laughed hardily at Shaw's explanation of the 'plan'. "Ah, like the Jedi of old! Flying by the tails on our rears, and making it up as we go. I love it!" As Shaw further explained the housekeeping items, Bors nodded in...

With a slight nod, Bors began to look around. Like Duma, he examined for potential drag marks, but not because of people. He was looking for drag marks of newly opened and then reburied tunnels, or signs of terrestrial activity. He was no tracker, but as he showed before, he had once made a...

Bors dwelled on the words of the Orcalon. "That is strange. We aren't much of a hunter species except for the Killiks, and that is only because we fight and eat them. Most of worlds we colonize lack other fauna since, well...the Killiks eat everything else to extinction. " "That is to say...

Bors held up his hands defensively. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be disrespectful. Just after living with non-insectavores, you get hungry for the...um, sorry, i'll be quiet now. " With that, Bors almost shrank back slightly as he and Gareth observed the work. "Skilled you say? Hmmm..."...

Bors looked up at the question and stepped forward with a raised hand. "Oooh, would roasted heart-tail poppers be an option? I would give my blade for a large plate of those! If not, some Jer-weevil's would work as well, provided there is enough for my large belly...oooh, better yet, some apple...

Gareth nodded. "We figured you would want to examine the bodies we have found, so they are in storage below. This building has a morgue below for security and such. Never imagined we'd have to use it for this. We have the dog, as well as two Killik drones that seemed a bit suspicious. No Pangos...

Gareth's head tilted at the names. "Bors? Ah! Syr Bors! I recognize that name. You were part of our colony's early efforts yes?" Bors nodded eagerly. "Right. I was told the secrets of the 'bug slayers' might be a worthy endeavor, and, well...it was!" Gareth rubbed his hands together slightly...

Bors looked at the Orcalon and smacked his shoulder with a clawed fist. "Stick with me, you are in Pango territory now. If anyone knows anything, its the planetary council will know something..." Bors led the way. As big as he was, he seemed to not mind his large size here. If anything, his...

Rago Pango colony It hadn't been that long since the 'liberation' of Rago from the Killiks and the slaying of the Killik queen by the Jedi. It had been even less time since the Pangos had colonized the planet and began to round up and devour the remaining Killik drones across the world. And...

Each step was a test on the nerves. Each corner turn was a moment of stress inducing, heart pounding terror. Bors had been in combat before, but each time was still terrifying. Combat never was easy. Of course, it wasn't supposed to was it? If it was easy, did that say Bors was getting better or...

The others, for the most part, seemed to let Bors continue his cooking. While it wasn't anything fancy, Bors eventually produces several large grilled bug plated snacks, the exposed white innards perfectly glazed with their own bubbling juices. While some would smell it as foul, Bors couldn't...

Bors was shocked at how many people yelled at him NOT to throw the bugs onto the grill. "But...but..." Bors began to stammer slightly. "They're delicious and....I figured people would like to try something different..." Bors seemed to hear the shouts of his fellow padawans. For all his...