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What sub par luck. In the midst of his brash thinking, the Zelosian hadn't considered there being a small security force aboard the actual ship. So, as anyone would assume, he'd be taken off guard as he came to face two opposing soldiers. With a quick jump brought on by surprise and a flick of...

As the enemy forces drained from the hangar bay to pursue their goal, whatever it may be, Jaris would watch. If these dogs were anything like he was, the big boss would be on the ship. Well, not the big boss. It'd probably be some kind of field commander or something. Point aside; if he could...

Moments after he let loose his blaster round just to have it deflected away like it were a common pebble, Jaris would sit behind his cover to debate whether or not he should fall back to a more defensible location. He'd reach down to his left boot to pull out his electroblade, proceeding to...

After a particularly tiring night of travel prior to today, it would only seem fitting that Zawarr would get little sleep in face of the holiday. Waking early to only smoke a bowl of Havao tabacc, Zawarr would have found himself spending the majority of his day writing a holomessage to his...

Bringing his ship into the hangar with haste, Jaris would land it in the same spot as before, off in a relatively sparse corner. Quickly, the Zelosian would pop open both the cockpit door and a small compartment in the fight itself. He'd proceed to grab an emergency blaster pistol from the...

Returning the pipe to his bag, Zawarr would stand, clasping his hands at the base of his spine. Silently, the Chiss would make his way behind the Former Jedi, studying the paths and greenery that was the flora. He might think about how beautiful the area was, if he were the kind of being...

Jaris, continuing with his plan, would undoubtedly notice the plethora of anti-fighter fire zipping past him, if not into his ship's shield. For the first moments he'd press on, despite several of his ally ship's meeting destruction or being disabled, but that would quickly change as he noticed...

Remaining in a staunch silence, Zawarr would watch the Ex-Jedi with a blank expression, only taking small tokes here or there. It would seem he was putting deep thought into the offer proposed. While it was a simple proposition and he saw no reason to decline, it was his duty to calculate all...

Taking another puff or so as Fabian spoke, Zawarr would lower his pipe to his lap, wetting his lips as he went to speak in retaliation. "I see, an understandable reason for departure from the organization. Yet, I wonder..." He'd pause, bringing his pipe back to his lips for another toke. "You...

As he left the hangar only to be met by a barrage of anti-fighter ordnance, Jaris would quickly divert the energy banks dedicated to his targeting systems into the fighters shielding systems as he fired up the thrusters completely. Blasting forth into the vast expanse before the hangar bay...

Standing in silence for a moment or so, Zawarr would cautiously lower his bag to the ground, kneeling beside it in a similar fashion to that of Fabian. In an almost mechanical way, he'd proceed to remove his rifle from his shoulder, resting it atop his saddle bag. Almost awkwardly, the chiss...

Returning his former stance, Zawarr move his hand from resting upon his saddle bag to rest at his side. "I suppose not." He'd note with a sigh. "It is a pleasure to meet another member of the Accord, I might say though. I might also say I've been following you with a piqued interest. You...

"Well, I usually start with not dyin', y'know." He'd verbally jab at Tarek, taking in another deep inhale of the undercity musk. "We'll arrange a meetin' with this, eh. Guzzo, is his name. But instead'a takin' your path, we'll arrange a deal. Favor for a favor, it's smarter. An' it's how thah...

What is sleeping. Or even exhaustion, for that matter.

Privately owned grounds? Well fancy that, Zawarr had only ever seen something of the like once, and that was the Chateau of one of his old commanders in the CEDF. With that information brought before him, he would decide to reveal his current purpose. It was rather innocent, in the least. "I...

It may have been coincidence, and it may not have been coincidence, that Zawarr had come across this gentlemen whilst exploring the terrain of this planet. Having just completed his operations on Geonosis, he'd deemed it time to turn his back to any sort of ceaseless desert planets for the time...

Ooooh yes, 1313. Leau's had many a fun times there. His first, and last homicides were there. His first drug trip was there. Oh yes, sweet sweet memories. Who knows, this might be another good memory. Maybe, maybe not. Depends how it turns out with Guzzo the Humongo, or Guzzo the Groucho. It's...

As the battle-yacht would shake abruptly in reaction to the apt fusion cutter surgery, Jaris would stumble, grabbing onto his ship as he almost lost step. As sirens would sound off, he'd quickly look around himself noticing the other mercenaries running for their own fighters and combat...

Following the brief exchange of words between the two, Jaris would make way for the hangar once again, moving his spare hand into one of his pockets. "We're in mean space, kid. Pain' the walls an' somethin', or do yah job. An' don' get cocky while doin' either ah those things. Key's for...