"Ow!” hissed Baudelaire as he pressed the antiseptic to his busted lip. The sharp smell of rubbing alcohol scrunched up his nose as the taste plagued his tongue. His most recent endeavor was turning out to be more difficult than he’d originally thought. Life as a vigilante wasn’t something he’d ever really considered, but the mounting aggression from both the Sith and the Empire made walking around as a Jedi more dangerous than ever.
Baudelaire was excited. Kashyyyk had set a fire in the Adumarian that he’d let dwindle during his initial promotion to Knight. His clash with the Sith had been a stark reminder that he had parsecs to go before he was worthy of the title of Knight.
Well, at least in his mind.
Enter The Warden. His alter-ego was based on an old Adumarian myth about a group of force sensitives that stood against a corrupt king to free the disenfranchised from their tyrannical rule. Cliche? Yup. Cool sounding? Duh. He was still working out the kinks in the idea. He kept his blaster on him, and decided to add two stun batons in lieu of his sabers. Wouldn’t be very heroic of him if he just, like, went around killing people.
Leon’s current target was a former Crimson Dawn ringleader named Fador Dar’jik. The main issue was on his last mission, his ship had been identified, and he’d practically flown into a trap which had led to his current battered and bruised condition. If he wanted to get close to Dar’jik he’d need a little help.
In the Jedi’s experience, aside from the Smuggler’s Moon itself, there was no bigger den of iniquity in the galaxy besides Ord Mantell. Back as a padawan he, and three other’s, had been forced to combat a cult hell bent on stealing force sensitive kids, it was a real wholesome experience… Luckily, he’d made a few friends the last time he was here. If anyone could point him toward a decent pilot with loose morals and a death wish, it’d be Zeffy.
@Eccles
Baudelaire was excited. Kashyyyk had set a fire in the Adumarian that he’d let dwindle during his initial promotion to Knight. His clash with the Sith had been a stark reminder that he had parsecs to go before he was worthy of the title of Knight.
Well, at least in his mind.
Enter The Warden. His alter-ego was based on an old Adumarian myth about a group of force sensitives that stood against a corrupt king to free the disenfranchised from their tyrannical rule. Cliche? Yup. Cool sounding? Duh. He was still working out the kinks in the idea. He kept his blaster on him, and decided to add two stun batons in lieu of his sabers. Wouldn’t be very heroic of him if he just, like, went around killing people.
Leon’s current target was a former Crimson Dawn ringleader named Fador Dar’jik. The main issue was on his last mission, his ship had been identified, and he’d practically flown into a trap which had led to his current battered and bruised condition. If he wanted to get close to Dar’jik he’d need a little help.
In the Jedi’s experience, aside from the Smuggler’s Moon itself, there was no bigger den of iniquity in the galaxy besides Ord Mantell. Back as a padawan he, and three other’s, had been forced to combat a cult hell bent on stealing force sensitive kids, it was a real wholesome experience… Luckily, he’d made a few friends the last time he was here. If anyone could point him toward a decent pilot with loose morals and a death wish, it’d be Zeffy.
@Eccles