Recent content by Param Vour

How cute it was. Param’s expression didn’t betray her disgust with the two lizards. It stayed a perfect deadpan, her silver eyes fixed on the chainsword wielding Trandoshan. Their laughter and taunting had cost them their five seconds. More than that, it had cost them any advantage they may have...

Param gave the woman a smile, but an apologetic one at that. While she said it was fine, the woman could have likely taken the monster unscathed had it not for Param. It wasn’t something Param was going to push. If the woman said she was fine, favoring her side as she was, then she was fine. The...

“You’ll never be done improving it, I bet,” she said with a smile, taking another sip of wine. Her pagoda on Troiken, and the garden that surrounded it, was a constant effort until it had been burned and poisoned. It was something she came home to after missions and work, something that kept her...

Get the creature to rear? Param looked around for a moment, clinging to the creature’s back for what was literally her own life. Without any form of rope or restraint, getting a creature of this size to rear was going to mean causing it much more pain than Param was already. While she would...

Signs and context clues had brought Param, finally, to the Council complex. It wasn’t the largest complex, but it was still much larger than most complexes that slaving rings tended to stay in. Most liked to hide, or be small enough that wandering eyes would just pass over without a second...

"It's what my friends would have seen me where a lot," Param said. Her warm smile stayed on her lips but her silver eyes seemed to sadden at the thought. All of her friends were either dead, thought she was dead, or were off doing Force knows what. Except for the Mandalorians, that was. She...

"Vee, will you go keep the ship company?" Vee, the little BD-unit on her shoulder, chirped an acknoledgement and hopped off. He took the moment of reprieve to scurry away, making sure to conceal himself behind trees or rocks as to not draw any attention to himself. They'd been through this...

Param hadn't known quite what to expect when she arrived. Thel had invited her, and there were other guests, so she assumed it was some formal thing. It was rare for her to break out the dresses in recent times. They were her favorite thing to wear back when she was an Acolyte, and even a...

Param didn't know why she'd approached in such a way, nor did she understand why she felt the need to speak and ruin the woman's shot. It wasn't until the woman turned back to her that she realized her mental misstep. Param was better than this, yet here she was. And now the monster had emerged...

Param approached, clad in her tan hooded poncho, black longsleeve shirt, and brown, tight leather trousers. All tails led here. That was as much as the woman said and what Param herself had gathered from the populace. The camp looked used and worn, something Param wasn’t foreign to but also not...

Ottethan, a jungle planet, a rancor planet. Half of her wanted to relay the planet to her new friends of Rancor Squadron, the other have wanted to give the planet location to Kai. It was near Jedi space, and so would probably be better off in Rancor Squadron hands. As much as Param tried to...

A slaver underground. That’s all Mytaranor was. There was even a council born from the booming slave trade that happened on the planet. Param was after the head of the snake; she was after the council and it’s hordes of slavers that refused to see the lives they were taking. Param exited her...

Param exited the office, a scene of bloodshed behind her, before she shut the door again behind her. Guillano was dead, his gut sliced through and his throat slit. There wasn’t a fight, there wasn’t even a conversation. She had found him guilty from the way he talked and acted, and then...

Param weaved, ducked, and spun in and around the guards. When one would try to aim, they would end up aiming at their own comrades, right before another of them was taken down with the precision of echani martial arts. With the Force empowering her movements and strikes, the guards never stood a...

“I’d rather revisit the good parts of old times than the bad,” Param said. Her frown faded and a small but warm smile replaced it. There was no use dwelling on the past, even if she was walking down memory lane with one of the biggest parts of that past. She was looking forward to being done...