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Standing competitively slouched, a near perpetual look of distaste displayed a bit more focus than its usual. It wasn't uncommon to give in to bloodlust, just not to such an eager extreme. His blade ignited to match his opponent's, it's crimson casting an odd glow against a grey complexion. He...

A brow rose for but a second, the observance of any formality lost on him. The moment passed, his face slipping back to his neutral glare. He wasn't fond of this situation, trapped with no way out beyond fighting, hundreds of eyes staring down on at the combatants. For one so attuned to the...

This was a mistake. The notion of beating someone senseless wasn't one that often appealed to Lance. It was too much effort, especially when he had much more effective weapons at his disposal. Still, he could use the credits. And a fresh meal or two never hurt anyone. The belt he could pawn off...

For someone who thrived off crowded areas, Lance sure was getting tired of spaceports. They were always so noisy, each with their own 'character' yet still managing to be essentially the same as the one a system over. You had your tourist over here, your locals finished with the day's work and...

For a brief moment, Lance considered offering his hand to Valerian as well, if only to spite the less than friendly exile. He quickly dismissed that idea, however. Contact with one sentient and knowing he wouldn't at least be getting a snack out of them was bad enough. The moment the handshake...

Fixing a cool gaze on this Valerian fellow, Lance could feel a brow raising to join the rest of his hair. Someone was happy. Lance had half the mind to egg the fellow Exile on, to see how far he could push the man before things fell out of his favor. Another part of him yearned for the...

The building was far from accommodating, Lance would be the first to admit it. Spend a fair amount of time on the system and one grew used to the stench. He'd thought that being the case would give him a sort of advantage over the others, should this meeting end less than well. It seemed he was...

The sneeze hit him like a storm, his head jerking with a violence not normally associated with anything outside of the hunt. Odd, he wasn't one for illness. A phrase floated to his consciousness, one he must have heard decades ago, its source lost to time. Something about sneezing meaning...

There was no particular reasoning that drew Lance to Cularin. He felt no strong urge to seek someone out or get his hands a particular item. Rather, he hadn't when he'd first started on the journey, the pieces had just fallen as they did. This was a common occurrence for the boy. Wandering...