Recent content by Cyrus Solus

Cyrus stood there with his arms folded across his chest, practically radiating frustration. With a quiet grunt and a nod, he greeted the rest as they gathered, thankful at least to share in the company of those with whom he shared the bonds of family. It was a rarity for so many Badgers to be...

Where Dalair entered with calm certainty, Cyrus stormed into the Citadel, grumbling beneath his breath, making his presence known from his muted swears before he had even thrown the doors open. He’d been whipped into a frenzy ever since the news that they had arranged an alliance with their...

Cyrus took some convincing before he agreed to this task. Normally, the grizzled warrior was content to let foreigners on their worlds bumble about aimlessly until they inevitably drew the ire of the wrong person, got blasted, and then were left to rot in the midday sun. He was bored, though...

A new Badger. It was a momentous occasion for his people. Slowly, over the centuries, his clan had been whittled into nothing along with the rest of his people. Concerted efforts to eradicate the children of Mandalore by empires past had reduced them into a shadow of what they once were, but...

Cyrus enjoyed the silence in which the two worked, even when it took the other man some time to answer his question. The brief pause told him enough; a man who needed to consider his words when asked to explain his exploits either had something which he needed to keep hidden, or nothing...

Cyrus set his bike into cover and heaved his pack off the side, trudging over silently to the night's shelter. With a quiet grunt followed by a thud, he tossed the gear against the rock wall upon which he'd be resting. The reprieve from the heat was welcome, but he knew they'd need to be...

"Yeah." It was a curt, simple response offered more with a passing breath than any significant mark of commentary. For Cyrus, there wasn't much else to talk about. They'd either get ambushed or they wouldn't. They weren't dealing with too many factors here, he believed. They could run into a...

Thrum-dum-dum-dum. Thrum-dum-dum-dum. Gauntleted fingers drummed along the metal frame of a speeder bike, the soft pads of his gloves the thin barrier between bare skin and scorching metal. The sun over head bore down on them hard; it was fortunate he was wearing a thermal undersuit, otherwise...

”I’m usually not,” he said in response to her noting that he didn’t seem the type to care about names, ”But you helped me. It’s good enough.” They continued to walk, and with each person he checked, he noted that she took the time to try and alleviate their symptoms or otherwise check to see how...

Cyrus glared in kind back at One-Eye from beneath his helmet until he walked away to join his cohort. Frankly, he was pretty amazed his improvisation worked; he absolutely expected the doctor to sell him out or act just as confused as she looked, but, against all odds, she actually vouched for...

Cyrus looked past the one-eyed guard at the commotion. Some doctor who looked exactly how this place smelled was all up in a tizzy, shrieking and shouting about the unfairness of the whole quarantine situation. The guards were having none of it, and it quickly became a tense standoff between...

In the distance, a hazy heat glare distorted the ramshackle buildings. Cyrus looked down at his fob, which had stopped working a long time ago, and stuck it back in a pouch with a sigh. Nothing about this world appealed to him. From the near-unpronounceable name, to the angry sun beaming down...