Recent content by Castor Chumeda Volante

Was there something else he wanted to confess? That... that kind of threw Castor for a loop if he was honest. There hadn't been any incidents anywhere near this level as far as he was aware so he was rather interested to know what it was. When the commander actually put it all together, Castor...

At ease. That was a feeling he hadn't felt in some time and for good reason but he complied, shifting his stance slightly as he stood before the Alliance Commander. There was a moment's silence where nothing was said and Castor could just imagine the kind of thoughts that were going through the...

With the freighters being force to leave their attacking runs, the local Deucalian ships were able to get up into the air without too much difficulty and began to hammer away at isolated groups of the slavers and traitors. The enemies that had banded together to try and take out Uhtred...

"Whoa!" Dropping his lightsaber to the ground, it automatically extinguished itself as he jumped forwards. The Nightsister was expelled from Leah and the Jedi Master was weakened by the sudden change. Castor managed to get there in time, catching her in his arms before she could fall to the...

Whether it was due to the combination of attacks or what, Castor didn't know but the shield that the witch had set up cracked and broke away into nothingness again. This was a gift horse and you didn't look them in the mouth - or so he was told at least. He had never actually received a gift...

The Former Sith known as Castor Volante was sat within a small brig within the confines of a medical cruiser. He was sat down on a small bench, hands bound in restraints in front of him. They were the type that completely covered his hands as well so as to make tampering with them harder. Not...

Castor had to admit that what had been offered seemed fair enough to him. It seemed to him that what they were going for had been achieved for as little as could be expected without burning any bridges with the company should they actually plan to do any business with them in the future, which...

Charging down into the rest of the camp at Nikka's back wasn't something she needed to request of him - he was already running with her as soon as he noticed her single-minded determination. She was putting her goal ahead of her personal safety and throwing herself towards the enemy. Luckily...

The rock that he had thrown smashed into the shield heavily, weakening it significantly from the sheer force generated by the weight of the rock. Of course it wasn't enough to breach the shield on it's own but it was more than enough to weaken the shield, especially when energy from the shield...

Castor stepped out into the light of Jedha and looked around for a moment. They had come out of the fight in the end and it had taken it's toll. He was in constant pain from his older injuries and his more recent ones but there was an underlying sense of relief as well. The battles were over...

Castor was no stranger to pain as a former Sith - it was something he had been trained in dealing with since he was first accepted into the academy after all - but this was still a disadvantage. Thankfully he still had other advantages. When the guard with the segmented weapon moved to attack...

Castor took a seat and he was the one who took the details that the businessman handed over. It should be clear why Nikka was the bad choice for reading off a readout but he didn't hold it against the man. There were people across the Galaxy who had likely never even heard of Nikka's race and...

Castor drew the Force back to himself, having used it to shield the Deucalians who had been around him. Naturally he hadn't been able to stop the destruction that befell the others and he felt a dull ache in his chest as he realized he could have used the Force to save them instead of himself...

Castor gritted his teeth and grabbed one of the larger chunks of ceiling with the Force. Using this larger chunk almost like an umbrella, Castor would be safe from the other debris as he used it as his shield. Cutting the distance between himself and the target was a worthy goal as far as...

Of all the things that could have happened next, the undead witch taking up residence within the body of his Master. He didn't need the green light to tell him that his Master had been overtaken by the disgusting witch of the Dark Side. The stink of the Dark Side permeated his Master in a way...