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There weren't too many things that surprised Odin anymore, after all these years. But this.? This surprised him. He'd known of the Wook, seen him before, in fact. But in that time, the sight of him using the Force was never known to him. And in that, things got tremendously more complicated than...

Negotiations. That smacked of the Republic's ideology and methods, but it never ceased to subvert Odin's expectations in how frequently it proved itself effective. Of course, he could see its benefits firsthand, he wasn't ignorant. But there was something that was just more satisfying, simpler...

Odin flexed his muscles and cracked his neck as he followed behind the woman he internally only addressed as 'the politician'.. Fully armored and armed, Odin never found the Republic's armor issued for the special forces to be especially comfortable. It was well put together, and between the...

Now this was_interesting. Odin had assumed the senator was seeking to hire a band of soldiers, but wanted to specifically avoid those with a foreknown reputation. But what had really come to surprise him was the desire for the Thorites. Normally, people went after the Valkyria Clan or the...

Odin rose his eyebrow slightly as the invitation was extended for him to sit, meeting the handshake of the senator. "I can stand", Odin replied simply. In areas like these, he was less inclined to sit down anywhere, much less in the heart of it all. This, of all places, didn't seem like the...

Coruscant was one of those... strange_worlds, out in the galaxy. One the one hand, it had towers and spires that shone in the rising and setting sun, endless skylanes and a city that swallowed the planet. Outwardly, it like seeing the personification of galactic civilization at its zenith of...

This was one of those operations Odin always held in the back of his mind as 'ironic'. Between his upbringing as a marauder and his career path as a mercenary, rescue operations were so few and far between, that it was a legitimate wonder as to whether Odin had actually performed any of the sort...

Adastran RJF Medical Center Sterile. That really was the perfect word for these Republic medical centers. Especially_the ones funded and operated by the RJF personnel. It was always cold there, but that much didn't really bother Odin. The Uriksbane Clan lived on the perpetually-winter planet of...

Odin had been around the galaxy, seen his fair share of sights to see. Between the far edges of the galaxy, the Sith, Jedi and the Force, and everything inbetween, there was very little that took the Uriksbane survivor by surprise. However, every once in a while, there were those moments where...

No sooner had Odin undertossed his own grenade did he blink at seeing double. Whether it be irony or coincidence, hurling through the air at his initial position was another grenade, delivered by the enemy. Shavit!, he yelled aloud in his head. It was a perilous situation, particularly as Odin...

"Bah, who asked you?", Odin amusingly replied, taking note of the Mandalorian's particular brand of spite. Was this personal for him? No... or probably not, at least. But it was apparently enough to earn himself ire. Anger was a double-edged sword, however, one that Odin particularly took note...

In some ways, this entire engagement seemed like a joke. Young boys pretending to be warriors, a battle-hardened people fleeing_their own homes instead of standing their ground and fighting, some random Sith suddenly made an appearance, and now there was a kirffing Jedi Knight_here. This was...

"GRAAAAAHHH!! AAAHHH!! The guttural screams came, and fell like the symphonic music of the battlefield. A dark, ebony-colored elduröxi cleaved through the spacings between the plates of a Mandalorian's armor, barely fitting on the shoulders of the teenaged warrior. 'Warrior'. That was too...

Odin's eyes narrowed as the starfighter's inertial dampeners struggled to keep up with the high velocities of the dogfighting. But his reaction was not caused by the external forces, but by his opponent's_reaction... or rather, the lack-thereof. Any pilot worth their exhaust knows the stages of...

"And there it is", Odin said as his sensor suite lit up, alerting him to hostile fighters beneath them. The Mandalorian squadron that was trailing them from below, aligning their trajectory, wasn't the only enemy fighters on the horizon. Uriksbane didn't give them his undivided attention, given...

He always felt... neutered_here. Not specifically in this_place, or even on this world, but in this part of the galaxy. In the territories of the Republic. Everything was always so regulated, so sterile to him―and it worse the deeper coreward one went. The last time Odin was on Coruscant, he...

The cockpit dimmed as the transparisteel naturally began to tint, phasing away the excess sunlight from the range above the coulds. The mechanical hum of the vessel's powerful engines, wihout a doubt the most notable aspect of the starfighter's features, heightened in its rythmic pulsations as...

A hiss of air depressurized from a fitted mask, with the wisps becoming visible in the streaks of light penetrating the cockpit of his Eldingar-class interceptor. It had been some time since Odin had been in the cockpit of a fighter—and an interceptor, no less. He'd forgotten how cramped they...