Recent content by Jhem Solus

Sitting in the sidecar of Jhem’s speeder bike was none other than the lovely, incomparable Petunia. She was also incomparably pregnant. Despite being the runt of her litter, the dire badger had swollen up to be twice the size of her siblings, and the floral print dress that Jhem forced her to...

Only five? What luck! Jhem watched his fellow clansmen finish off the two that had just unearthed themselves, possibly after sensing the death of their fellow… siblings? How did the things even procreate? It sounded like a complicated, Hutt-like process. It’d probably be best if he left such...

“If there’s more than one, I doubt there’d just be two.” Jhem inspected the beast’s carcass for a moment, then shrugged. The things, while sizeable in nature, weren’t exactly the things that could swallow a man in one bite. At least, for now. He wasn’t too sure on the breeding habits of the...

“Can’t say I’m a fan of anything cavernous, but hey. You live and you learn, right?” Jhem had been drinking again, a lot considering what all the trio of Mandalorians had looted from the Trandoshans on Kashyyyk. His normal sarcasm seemed a bit more aggressive than usual, though hangovers tended...

By the time he managed to get scramble down the tree, Narir had finished off the remaining Trandoshans, leaving Jhem just enough time to catch back up to his two comrades. Shrugging, he returned his blaster to its holster and set to combing through the dead bodies, lifting what rifles...

Like a rabid squirrel (or perhaps, a badger!), Jhem shimmied further up the tree, eyes locked on the two Trandoshans prowling the ground below him. The good thing about being so high up was that, while it wasn’t impossible to see him, it was rather difficult to take aim. By the time they caught...

Mandalorians were renowned for the warrior culture, but the two Al’verde seemed to be having no small amount of difficulty when it came to their melee. Narir was facing off against two Trandoshans, and while Koil had had success in his endeavors, their forward approach to combat was starting to...

Two Al’verde? Watching his every move? No pressure! At least only one of them knew he was tipsy. “Narir?” Jhem’s heartstrings fluttered a little bit. Not just two Al’verdes. Two cute boys! Hod Haran and his tricks, doubly so! The bastard! He should have known better than to make an outnumbered...

Frowning and replacing his helmet upon his head, Jhem tucked a few of the pastries in his jacket for safekeeping and left the remaining delicacies in his bag on the dropship. He looked towards the half-finished bottle of wine sitting next to it with disappointment. Damn his adolescent liver and...

Clad in his armor, Jhem sat across from Koil on the dropship, legs crossed and his T-visor helmet sitting in his lap. His rifle stayed strapped to his chest, and his pistols looked rather comfortable in their holsters. In one hand, he held some kind of small cake, a yellow pastry. And in the...