Recent content by Dalo Claxus

."Alright, so you know the basic controls?" Dalo glanced down at the swoop he was sitting on—a base mode, though pricey from the looks of it—and nodded. Who didn't know? Just to be sure, he held the brakes down and revved what he thought would be the bar that was connected to the engine. The...

.The pressure around his body was suddenly released, though his neck remained in grave danger. The moment Zeven let go of the stasis, Dalo's blaster flew to his free left hand and let loose a shot toward each Sith. The moment he did, the Pantoran joined in the choke, though hopefully not for...

."So is thi—" Ah. Straight to the point. Dalo felt the Force gather around him, holding him in place, but he did not wait and let himself get killed like an idiot. The Force that had been gathering within him flowed to his hands—and only his hands. He used his left to direct a push aimed at the...

."I don't understand what you're saying!" he replied, shouting to be heard over the blaster fire. The Mon Calamari next to him had suddenly started gurgling loudly and pointing to the soldiers. "He said you're a pussy," his droid clarified. "And that you must have your lightsaber for use as a...

.He recognized the presence of the green man faintly, having fought him on Kessel a few months ago. Dalo had wished he could have dueled him on even terms, but another Sith had quickly butted in, forcing the Padawan to exit before things got ugly. Here they were again, though the presence of the...

."What do you mean this is a suicide mission?" "Chances of survival against the Old Empire's landing force are 130,023 to 1." Dalo turned to 2B-43, taking his eyes away from the window. "Oh, you're just making it up as you go along, aren't you? One thousand to one? How the hell do you even get...

.Surprisingly, she remained silent despite his taunting. It seemed the Crusader was more focused on the battle—Dalo was putting up much more of a fight than she had previously expected. She'd probably broken a sweat in those robes, even her head covered by a helmet. The Padawan's loose clothing...

.Thank the Force he'd been gathering his focus for the past few minutes. Dalo's shots were avoided, and countered by the Crusader, a burst of flames erupting from her fingertips, but he would not let her off the hook this easily. The fire reached his left hand, licking at the barrel of the...

.The Force—or whatever gods ruled on Rodia—did not want Dalo to go home. It was obvious. Obstacle after obstacle, and the mission slowly grew more and more complicated the further they went from the moment they were supposed to leave. He turned his head as he heard a click, looking at Jake as he...

.He reached for his pistol as the tree collapsed to the ground, the enemy Sith having disappeared. He knew she was still around; no Sith would give up, and especially not this easily. He felt around with the Force, holding his pistol in his left hand, his lightsaber in his right, positioned in...

.Dalo's smile faded as Joran asked the man where the commissioner was. The Jedi said nothing, instead walking with them back to the bowels of the building. The Commissioner's office had been a penthouse on the last floor—why were they in the basement? "We just saw the commissioner five minutes...

.He flicked his wrist, but suddenly found himself sailing backwards, a force slamming into his chest before his blade could connect. It was frustrating—he had almost ended the duel!—but Dalo remained calm. His back slammed into the tree and he grunted as the impact rattled him, but it would take...

.Dalo's attack swung off course, he pushed forward, refusing to let the Sith step out of the duel until she was in critical condition. He stepped forward and brought his lightsaber down from his upper left (which was the Crusader's upper right) to his lower right in an L shape that skirted...

.The door slammed behind them as they strolled out of the office building. "This better be worth it," he murmured to Crix, eyes scanning the dusty street. He was a bit jumpy, now that he knew how trouble-prone Carter was. No one knew when another enforcer might jump out of a trash can or...

.It was like he'd been plucked off while running, his moving form suddenly becoming prone, stuck in the air, his limbs impossible to move. The Jedi began to struggle against the grip, and his eyes flew to glance at the bushes ahead as they rustled. A lone figure emerged, dressed in black and her...