Recent content by Darth Parox

mood But Zeven had other plans. Milo felt the blade pierce his ribcage, and he dropped the attack on the Pureblood without even meaning to. He tried to turn to face the Mirialan, but found his upper body was stuck in stasis. It didn't seem right. Zeven was smart, wasn't he? He wouldn't do...

Rather than fall asleep, the dragon simply reared back its head and roared, the ground shaking underneath her. Arkanian dragons were strong-willed beasts, immune to beast taming techniques and Force mind suggestions (last sentence in Behavior/Temperament), so the Pureblood's efforts were...

The two Sith worked together perfectly. As Parox yanked the rebel, Mid threw his polearm—only to have the Jedi interfere. The Bothan deflected it away. The rebel managed to fire his rifle as he fell. The Drast deflected the 3 bolts with ease, sending 2 of them flying back toward the rebel, who...

He watched the Crusader gulp down the beer like it was water, staring at the level of liquid in the glass as it very quickly faded down to nothingness. He could feel a presence approaching from behind. "Both, I guess," he replied, knowing that would be enough for an answer—the Crusader would...

Parox recognized the armor of War Councilor Koil Solus as he approached, having seen him in everything from briefings to the news. The man had quite the reputation, having been part of Clan Solus since the days it first began making a name for itself as a terrorist cell, and now that it had...

They panicked. Parox couldn't say he was surprised, but he was still a bit disappointed that the rebels didn't want to fight out in the open. He could feel their fear and their primal instinct to run, and it filled the Sith Lord with power. Apparently, his mere presence was enough to send them...

Though he'd repelled Parox's choke, the shaman was unable to fight back against the rope around his neck. It wrapped around his throat, constricting it, his windpipe slowly giving way. He chucked the skull at Aadya without warning, hard enough to bruise and break her concentration but not hard...

Randon, 1547 local time Parox had never thought he'd find himself working with a Mandalorian—not willingly, and not instructed to by his faction. It was a peculiar mission that made him feel a bit uncomfortable, but he powered through nevertheless—he'd done worse. Accompanying him was Commander...

Ever since the attack on Corellia (and now Kuat, Formos, and Klatooine), the Empire—and its many facilities—had been waiting tensely for the next rebel attack. Circumstances had not allowed Parox to participate in any of the fighting thus far, since it had begun while he was on Coruscant and...

The perks of being a Sith Lord were that you could do whatever you wanted and you didn't even have to worry about what you'd say to people—they always just assumed it was important mission business. It was, technically, but it was also mostly out of boredom that Parox was prowling Cato Neimodia...

Korriban, 1425 local time The howling winds of Korriban had settled down a few hours ago, reduced to a mere whisper. It was good to be honest—kept the sand from getting everywhere. Parox had formed a bit of a small caravan in his time patrolling the red wastes. Though he started off with one...

He gave Aadya a sideways glance and a smirk in response, then looked back to the shaman, who had finally emerged from around the corner. He was astonishingly skinny for a Pureblood, his neck covered in necklaces that looked much heavier than what the man would be able to carry. He was hunched...

Olin strolled into the room with the grace of an Outer Rim spacer, acting like he had never been in any establishment fancier than a cantina. He took a moment to look around as he entered, his helmet still on his face and not budging. "That I do," he replied, taking a seat across from...

"Right here!" he replied, reaching to help her with the belt. He'd remained next to Eriana and had found far less trouble during impact; he had only suffered from a few cuts and bruises, particularly around the torso where his seat belt had tugged him. He took his belt off and then unclasped...

She certainly wasn't dressed like usual, but Milo would be lying if she didn't look as perfect as always. Both of them were done getting ready and they were supposed to be at the dining room in less than a minute, so the timing had lined up nicely. Arm in arm, they stepped out into the hallway...