Recent content by Gerruf

Gerruf was inwardly seething as he listened to the other Bothan's response, well aware as to what she was really saying. It was a no, dressed up as a accusation against himself as if HE were the one acting against the Bothan way. All because the Councilor feared the loss of her influence and...

Once again his efforts had failed to bear fruit, or not the fruit they were looking for at least. True Gerruf had definitely managed to help a lot of people, and immensely eased the burden on the poor doctors. He was proud and happy of that, yet not satisfied with the outcome. It just wasn't...

Gerruf sighed in frustration as the doctor blew him off, yet made no further moves to press the issue. Forcing a smile, he just nodded and stopped walking, keeping his voice respectful as he poke. "Very well, thank you for your time." The smile dropped immediately as he turned away, replaced...

Gerruf kept his calm as the elderly Bothan indicated him to speak, though he was quietly cursing the fact on the inside. In truth, he'd half expected such a thing to occur. If he was here, then they would surely single him out to speak over the other representative. Even if the other...

There didn't appear to be anyone acting particularly offset or worried at his scrutiny. He didn't sense anything off among the inured either, at least not yet. Whomever they were, he either hadn't reached them yet or they weren't going to be exposed by that kind of search. Gerruf put the next...

The Sith Pureblood, avoiding death only by the will of the force seemingly, fled. Gerruf let him flee, following his comrades lead in holding his fire. The prison was alight with activity now, their fight having drawn the focus of the entire facility. They needed to move and finish the mission...

Bothawui, home, it had been far too long since he'd come here. Just stepping down the ship ramp and smelling the air had brought a measurable sense of peace to the young Bothan. Of course, standing in the Council Chambers with a Jedi Knight to await an audience was also extremely satisfying...

There was no swooping in or joyous entrances for Gerruf. No, he had arrived a few days earlier to take care of some other business before the mission, quietly slipping into town amidst a random cargo freighter. It was just his way, to go about attracting as little attention as possible, a hold...

He moved his lightsaber into defense position, just in time as one of his own shots was sent back at him. Letting the force guide his hand, Gerruf carefully tilted his weapon so as to block the blaster bolt. Except he didn't just block it, he knocked it right back at the Sith as if participating...

Touching down brought a measurable sense of relief to the young Jedi. Not only had they made it, but the supplies and goods had as well. There was even a distinct lack of violence and horror at the moment, the better for them to complete their tasks. Standing and placing his helmet on properly...

NO! Gerruf's own escape attempt came to an abrupt halt as he felt the force react about them, its tranquil sea suddenly directed into a dark current. It wasn't him doing the acting either, and he turned to find his mission partner caught in an invisible grip. They hadn't been quick enough to...

Engrossed in his own meditative ritual, sleep, Gerruf only sluggishly responded to the words being thrown his way. Lifting his head, he found himself looking into the lens of a datapad, which the girl was apparently using to take a picture. He did not smile, only wrinkling his furry snout...

Gerruf suddenly felt as if something was very very wrong. The force was screaming a warning in his ears, abruptly ripping his focus away from the other rebels proposal. As if on cue, the new arrivals voice echoed down the other hallway, and he turned to see a red lightsaber igniting. Sith, two...

There was a thankful absence of any cries of alarm or discovery as the two entered the room proper. All the same, it was gratifying to see his Lieutenant partner ready and prepared for such a thing to occur. He had been assured beforehand of the other Rebels competency of course, but one could...

The Kubindi detention center Hell's Pit, a cruel prison for political dissidents and other innocents. It truly was a horrible place, Gerruf could feel the echoes of pain in the force. People had died here, suffered here, for far too long. Thankfully they had finally come to do something about...