Recent content by Bir Vuul

Where indeed. After the death of Xeno and the split of the Sith from the broader Empire, Bir Vuul had fallen back into a life of anonymity. He had taken to seclusion, hopping from world to world, before settling in the swamps of Naboo. At first, the Gungan population had begrudgingly allowed...

Blurred vision returned to normal as the bacta rain pelted Bir’s battered and broken face, his goggled eyes narrowing in on the ball covered in his own blood. His normally gleeful attitude faded entirely, his brow furrowing into a deep scowl. ”Schutta,” the Kel Dor grumbled as he pulled himself...

As the plasma explosion settled, Bir took notice that Bodyhammer was not to be seen in the blast radius, a smoldering black charred mark on the durasteel pitch being the only sign. Tilting his head to the left in confusion, he pondered if he had accidentally disintegrated the man but soon after...

If there was any chance at pulling a victory from the ashes of their failures, it needed to be a miracle and it needed to be now. Bir danced in a hunched position, switching his weight from one foot to the other with his hands dangling to each side as he chuckled softly. Goggled eyes settled on...

”Ziplis un ghonno burrrrt,” His words meant nothing, the synapses in his brain smoldering from the electrical currents he had experienced. Pushing himself up from the ground where he had fallen, Bir shook his head viciously before evaluating the situation on the court. Most faces and frames were...

In the great game of Huttball, lethality was never something in doubt. Despite the suppression fields, every contestant was made well aware of the inherent dangers of the sport. It seemed that EL-DE was the first true fallen player in decades, her name only the newest addition to a long list of...

It all happened so fast that Krazy Kel didn’t even have a chance to react, his forehead slamming into Raging Bull’s hardened skull. Stumbling back with his free hand pressed to the side of his head, the Kel Dor squinted behind his goggles as he attempted to bring the deafening ringing to an end...

As the metaphorical dust settled and Bir was able to regain a degree of composure, the mad Kel Dor searched his arms for the Huttball only to realise he had come up empty handed. The horn blared, the crowds went wild and the truth of the matter became clear. Yellow: 1 Red: 0 ”Poodoo!” Bir...

He did it! He actually did it! As Bir stood over the form of Raging Bull on the floor of the arena, he would flourish to the crowds, arms pumping in victory. It was a moment like this that had evaded the mad Kel Dor for so long and here had had finally put an opponent on the ground during the...

As the fist of Krazy Kel slammed into the pitch (and his targets’s ribs), the mad Kel Dor wanted to stay and finish the job. He wanted to stand there and continuing pummeling the opponent as he laid on the ground, his face no doubt in a puddle of his own blood and drool. But this was Huttball...

As the platform shield fell and the other members of the red team began to spill out onto the field, bloodlust driven and craving glory, one particular member would soon feel a smooth steel hook wrap itself around his waist. With a powerful pull, Stunner Gunner (@Scoobert ) would be drawn back...

“Don’t wake him up! Come on! You know who the hell this moron is?” “Look, the old man needs the facility and it’s infested by pirates. So unless you’re gonna be the one to carry him around…” “Better him on my back than trying to restrain him on a fucking leash. This guy is insane! And we don’t...

”Maybe try to squeeze information out of their brains before you, well… squeeze their brains,” The comment earned a wild snicker from the mad Kel Dor as he strode through the barren village, questioning eyes peering through windows upon these murderous new visitors. Such a delightful way to put...

If there was one thing that Bir always looked forward to, it was meeting new people. So many unknown vantage points to this thing called life. So many stories and legends that would otherwise go undiscovered. So many soon to be friends to be added to his extensive list of colleagues and...

”Tracking!” Bir exclaimed, snapping to face the Acolyte once again. No one survived in the wilderness, any wilderness, without a degree of skill in the subject. Not even sheer dumb luck could keep someone alive for years in solitude amongst the mountains. ”I most certainly do! Indeed! Be it the...