Recent content by Crix Dolan (TL8)

Culmination | ⬤ | ⬤ | ⬤ | ⬤ | ⬤ | ⬤ | Crix stood before the Bendu and the grandmaster. He was as ready as he could be for whatever terrors he was to be subjected too. His little friend, whom he'd decided to name Bradley, seemed to settle in as if to say, "I'm here for you, pal." The Jedi...

Crix accepted his fate and awaited pain that was inevitably impending. Memories of purple lancing lightening returned to his mind, but fell away. There was no past there was only right now. The smell of burning ozone belied the coming attack, and just as the unnatural electricity began to spark...

Crix made it to an outcropping overlooking the Dust Gaps. Anxiety gnawed at his core as he realized racers had entered the Death Pipes. He tried to control his nerves, reminding himself Arda was a Jedi master and could interoperate the force in a way he'd never seen. She was going to be fine...

The droids were systematically pairing off into squads and picking their target. The battle was in full effect as superheated plasma bolts decorated the space between the rebels and the droids. It was clear the droids were running a decent attack protocol, which was kind of a bummer considering...

Crix and Fury got a little information out of the two surrendered pirates, but it didn't look like they'd get anymore without taking the pair with them. The last thing the Knight wanted was to harbor a couple of pirates, but he couldn't think of a way around it. Crix attempted to finagle a...

"Chicka dio bewla, poodoo." growled one of Dug as they began to spread out. "Well, that's not very nice." Crix retorted eyeing each of the thugs as they attempted to flank him. His trigger finger settled on its namesake as he prepared for the worst. Time wasn't on his side and a prolonged...

The force shuddered as Arda landed before him. Even in her psychotic rage, he found her attractive and he hated himself for it. He rolled his eyes accepting his fate as she continued her tirade. At first, he felt like a chastised child. He'd clearly failed this test, but even still he resolved...

The nimble fighter bobbed and weaved in front of him. Crossing his sights and dipping out before it could be fired upon. Crix's eyes were locked onto the starfighter and as they slowly closed the space between he began to notices the pilot's pattern. The Jedi began to lead his adversary's...

The Jedi's brow furrowed in confusion as the grandmaster began to speak. "A lost puppy?" he started, but stopped himself and set his jaw refusing to look up at her. He could understand this type of sentiment from some of the other members of the order, but he'd thought he'd come to know Arda at...

"So I'm learning," he said his own coy little smile playing across his lips. He knew she was more than just some super powerful Jedi overlord, but seeing her in this habitat really drove that home, and even though he was sore all over he wouldn't have missed this job for anything. "I don't...

The Jedi watched the Bendu carefully. The being seemed to consider his words even though it was apparent they didn't completely believe him. That was fine. Crix was used to being underestimated. Though he couldn't understand where the being was going with his line of questioning. So far, the...

Crix chuckled liking the feel of the callsign she'd come up with. "Ya know what, I like the sound of that. Falcon it is." The seasoned smuggler wasn't thrilled with this whole plan and when she reluctantly revealed the location of the race he leveled a grim smile in her direction, "Oh, so just...

Zeltros, the tropical planet of hedonistic celebration and the last place anyone would look for, say a grandmaster of the Jedi Order, and one of her top Generals. The plan was perfect. They'd meticulously covered their tracks and even though Crix still had to hobble a bit but he was ecstatic to...

The sound of battle simmered into a tense silence between the remaining four participants. Crix and Fury had taken down all but two of the Pirates and he could feel their growing apprehension as the silence elongated between them. Crix called out, "You guys done?" The Pirates didn't respond...

"Lame," he complained as he was relegated to lookout. He'd been piloting since he was fifteen and before that, he was a notorious speeder thief in Coruscant's undercity. Going fast was practically a part of his being, but as he shifted his weight onto his injured leg he winced and relented. Crix...