Recent content by Kotru Eabrod

Kotru was finally in his element again. The R-41 banked right with only a flourish of the Zabrak's wrist, fire from the Z-wing dancing along his deflector shields as his targeting reticle centered in on it. A flick of his thumb changed his firing mechanism from the wing-mounted ion weapons to...

Kotru watches from his viewport as the rocks slowly parted to reveal the two larger frames navigating towards their baited Hullcraft. His eyes narrowed, eyeing off weapon emplacements as the Zabrak's fingers idly drummed against his joystick. The silent but visible clunk as the FT-19 was secure...

Kotru was the furthest thing from a leader, so he was all too happy to let the shorter man take charge of the situation. It probably didn't help that even compared to the small militia's worth of well-armed and armored men, Kotru seemed on the less-prepared side. He carried little armor on his...

Would take the still steaming mug into his hands as the droid handed over their respective meals, nodding his head in greeting. "Likewise," the Zabrak agreed. "I hope so, but a soldier of your experience should more than make up." Kotru would occasionally sip from his mug as Brondar went over...

With a clean bill of health and an accepted insurance plan, a certain Zabrak was sent on his way once again. He had also taken the advice from a fellow spacer in the wake of another one of his jobs, that being to chase down a group of pirates on one of Palanhi's moons. He did not often venture...

The Zabrak tapped the durasteel edge of his device thoughtfully. His browsing had borne some fruit, that being a simple escort job through some Inner Rim systems. Unlikely to run into any trouble, but if he did get into a dogfight... Kotru knew his maneuvering pedals could be finnicky at times...

With a nod of his head, the Zabrak flexed his toes. The five tiny digits at the end of his leg rolled once, twice and gave a couple affirming flexes. "Alright, that's good. I need those to kick the stabilizers," Kotru hummed, looked back up as the light blue haze of Blec's scanner ran over his...

"Nah, that's fair. I ought to stick around anyway. My ship doesn't really have a livin' space," Kotru gives a small smile. Living out of a starfighter was certainly liberating, but the opportunities for a restful sleep on a bed were a commodity he had grown to miss on the longer Hyperlanes. He...

Kotru played nicely with the droid while alone, swapping his garbs out for the simple pale blue gown that preserved his frame. His right hand did seem to clutch close to his thigh, where the holster was not missing from. As much as he would deny it, the unshakeable vulnerability he felt without...

The steady hum of grav-lifts easily hoisted the Zabrak on the stretcher, his head briefly turning to the side as he watches the streets roll on by him. It didn't take long for the Cerean to once again enter his vision with a question of his own. "I'd need someone for you to contact. So, hah-...

"N-Nnope, not a-" Kotru's reply was once again interrupted with a whimper as the teal mist of Blec's bacta struck his wound. The cooling mist would feel better soon, but right now any touch sent a new wave of pain cascading across his nerves. "ONE!" He yelped. At least the Zabrak kept still...

The footsteps from outside the alley had only gotten louder despite his dazed state. He had presumed emergency services had finally started to arrive, taking the moment to turn the Zabrak's gaze out from his hidey hole and back into the alley. What few scarlet shades left in his wake had already...

Location // Tepasi, Industrial Districts Participants // @M.D. Blec Croncu Kotru could not have thought of a faster job that had gone sideways. It was a simple smash and grab. Some goons had snagged some rather compromising info on a local fixer, and he was one of the ones hired to snatch it...

"Y'see one desperate suit, y'seen 'em all," Kotru abolished the thought. "Either those implants, folks he care 'bout or some debts he tried ta' weasel out of by makin' a runner," He added with a roll of his shoulder. Nolee had taken his risk in the job and was ultimately outplayed by the Zabrak...

"I just do what I'm paid for. Y'think that Bukk-huffer back there was goin' to cough up the chit if I asked 'im real sweet-like at the lights?" Kotru inquired with a perked brow. He simply did what he was paid to do, and if that involved plugging someone the Zabrak saw no problem in seeing it...