Trader Princess PrologueTrader Princess
Zon Kaarvan exits the Jedi shuttle, wearing his regular Jedi Robes with his family’s crest, an animal skull with two horns coming together but not quite touching, on his shoulder. He spent a good year on his home planet of Dorin, meditating there as he gathered himself and trained in hand-to-hand combat. He has his double-sided training saber on his back, a black belt with four pouches on it. He spots his master, Entum Tris, standing not too far away from the shuttle with his arms crossed over his chest. One of his tendrils are missing due to an explosion he was caught in during the Serien War.
Entum walks up to his apprentice, smiling at him. “Von, it’s a pleasure to see you made it back safely. How was your time on your Dorin?”
Von nods his head appreciatively. “It was an insightful experience, master. I understand more why you spend so much time in the garden, but now I have a little more understanding of where
Zon Kaarvan PrologueZon Kaarvan Prologue
Zon Kaarvan grabs the two training blades, looking at the two through the goggles he must wear, as do all other Kel Dor’s when they’re not on their home planet of Dorin. The nine-year-old inspects the blades length, width, and sturdiness before he does the same with their hilts. “Padawan, are you done yet?” Zon looks back at his new master, a male Nautolan wearing Jedi Robes, but is not wearing a under shirt underneath it.
“Not quite, master. I’m sorry, but the blades just don’t quite feel right.” He says as he holds the blades up. “Then again, I could never really find a weapon that suited me. It all felt wrong, off, like they weren’t made for my hands.” Entum chuckles as he shakes his head in disbelief, gripping his training sword in one hand.
“You really are something, Zon. Just choose one of them, and try your luck with…”
“Hold on, I might have an i
Zon Kaarvan's BioName: Zon Kaarvan
Species: Kel Dor
Class: Jedi Knight
Physical description: About one-point-seventy-five meters tall with the Antiox Breath Mask and protective goggles, and has the crest of his family on the right shoulder pad over his robes, which consists of an animal skull with two horns near the top coming out of the sides, with the tips coming back in where the tips are almost touching.
Bio: Having grown up on the Kel Dorian home world of Dorin until he was about six years old, Zon feels a strong bond with his family, whom are the head of a manufacturing company that makes Republic One-man fighter’s, and wears the family crest in honor of them. He has four fingers on his hands, and when his goggles are taken off, others would be able to see he has white iris’s that confirm him being a Force Sensitive. His master, Entum Tris, has taught him how his skills with a lightsaber is not the only skill set he should focus on, as his master usually beats him in their duels due t
Star Wars Skylax and the DefenderStar Wars
Skylax and the Defender
“You better word that better.” Skylax says to Sergeant Verlatox, a male human who was all too eager to leave the Triumvirate to join him, now stands in front of Skylax, who was just enjoying a nice glass of Rodian Wine, a type of wine from the Rodians that he most enjoys and can’t get enough of. A fine glass of wine while enjoying the outdoors. “I was having a rather nice evening, enjoying the nice summer day with the finest wine in all of the galaxy, and you mean to ruin this moment by telling me that, out of the six spec of troopers I sent in, only two have returned?”
Sergeant Verlatox nods, obviously thinking twice about telling him this and about betraying the Emperor. “M-My lord, I apologize for ruining this moment for you, but I feel it is my duty to not sugarcoat the truth. Six Special Operation troopers went in, but only two returned. However, it is not all a loss.”
Skylax is obviously
Shark Hunt Part 2Shark Hunt
Tika and Anto are lying on the couch, Tika’s back up against Anto as his arm is around her waist. She is fast asleep as Anto admires her sleeping form, smiling as he uses his free hand to move some hair from in front of her face. God, is she ever beautiful. What did Anto do to deserve her? He then looks up as he hears Anna and Galtiss enter the main area, the two talking about something he can’t hear until they get closer.
"... that a capable detective turns into a war hero and later vigilante?" Anna asks curiously. The Amiss chuckles with a clop of his beak.
"That is a long story, but the short version is that I was sick of the red tape on Coruscant where the regulations were tying my hands every time I wanted to do something, especially when a politician or senator was involved. One day I had to leave a case when a senator who was involved in some weapon smuggling intervened with my seniors. To feel better, I broke him his jaw right in