Recent content by Cavo Bresk

Why Achendaur felt the urge to offer the scavenger a place aboard his ship was beyond Cavo, but he did not feel the need to inquire. He walked beside Kaius slowly, speaking without looking up at the armour, the helmet, the silhouette of his nightmares. His voice was obscured by the drone of the...

It was difficult to see the animal he had been hunting now. He suddenly felt foolish for his fury. Even if it had lasted only a few seconds, those were the first few seconds in which he had ever lost control. His stance returned to something more neutral as he considered his anger. The armour...

[MUSIC] Cavo checked his weapon quickly and efficiently. One might even say expertly. Thumbing screws to check their tightness, polishing places where the grime might come away, peering down the barrel and cleaning it out with the tip of his newly acquired vibro-knife. The weapon passed his...

[AMBIENCE] The scream jerked Cavo's head up from the sand and toward his target. He saw the gun lifted to rest against the armour, felt the butt stuck firm against the plates. Here it comes. Plasma built in the barrel. Here it comes. Light fermented like fine wine, ever redder. Here it comes...

[MUSIC] "And they'll forget us if we fail; just another crashed ship for some junker to haul back to market. Doubt anyone'd make a story of us. At least you got some sleep. If you piloted us into a boulder whilst yawning though, I'm sure some scrapper'd make a story out of it once they'd found...

"I always find the air on starships stale too. Recycled through all those ventilators. Round and round and round. It's good that you found a moment to sneak away. Wandering in the jungle is enjoyable." Cavo leant his head back against the rock and closed his eyes. He listened to the rain falling...

Cavo waited on the ramp as his companions descended, arms folded over his chest. His gaze was set firmly on the horizon, scanning this way and that with single minded focus. No weapon of any kind dangled from his belt. He wore no armour. Why he was here when he had so little was a mystery. Even...

Several hours of darkness passed filled only with the sounds of the campfire and the chasm. Only when morning came did Cavo awaken from his trance. The tingling numbness receded slowly, his sight finally returning to the eyes he knew so well from a place far, far away. He had seen many things he...

"I will meditate and listen for the Force's instruction. As you will await mine." He barely glanced up at the traveller who had strode across the deep darkness with him. He had come here to prevent a fall, a journey into deeper shadow, a shadow that could consume the galaxy. This was the way of...

The crater simmered with age old light. Leaned against the hull of his companion's ship, Cavo could feel the vibrations, the echoing howls of a world savaged more than a century ago, a mouth wrenched open in pain and still screaming into the void. Still screaming. Even now, even when countless...

The moment passes as quickly as it arrived, and soon Cavo is sat staring into the flames once again whilst the jungle sings a renewed song of a thousand tiny voices. His expression does not betray his confusion, the odd feeling that has been plaguing him ever since this stranger stepped out from...

"I'll have to find time before I pass out after my shift," he half grumbles, wandering back towards his clothes strewn in the dirt, "Or ask one of masters for a moment to myself. Maybe there'll be some spare bacta... hmph, we'll see." He hesitates at the thought of medicine, staring up at the...

"For all the Jedi-babble about the saber being the heart of the Jedi - if you have no heart to begin with, it won't give you one. If you have no purpose without the blade, you won't discover one within it. Finding purpose in weapons is the way of the Sith. Perhaps that is what you are. A nascent...

The thought was tempting. To be like them, to have a saber of my own, to stand shoulder to shoulder with the defenders of the people ready for when the darkness returns - as surely, it must. The stories drew him out of himself more than anything. And here, there was a chance to begin on a...

Another bout then. The Sun had fallen a little now, golden streaks piercing through holes in treetop leaves, and in the gaps they made as their branches shook in the wind. A golden ray caught Cavo's weapon as he lifted it. He saw the wood cast in platinum colours, the clefts in the bark now...