Recent content by Kyl'ar Rekt

((This is more than practice for me than anything. Anyone is welcome to join.)) The Scene: A popular Nar Shaddaa cantina, known for brawls, gunfights, women, and shady dealings. The Duros stuttered as he spoke. He was tense and nervous, having some kind of notion that a blaster bolt would hit...

hey guys sorry for my inactivity. any threads I can join?

Time to leave. Kyl'ar grabbed his remaining things from his cramped room. He was finally planting his feet outside of a starship - only to plant them on a space station. But atleast he was off that ship. He walked down the ramp casually, eyeing the personnel in the hangar bay. They all...

Can I use your avatar on a different website? Because it is so assing awesome.

Cool. Will you be a guard or what?

So I have an idea for a flashback thread(if these are allowed): My character and two others are guards to the Prime Minister of Glee Anslem who is travelling to Rodia to form an alliance. When our shuttle lands, 10 to 15 Rodian pirates who oppress the idea of the alliance attack us on the...

Kyl'ar paid no attention to the rest of the people in the room. "I'm telling you, bounty hunter, I didn't do nothin'. You tell your Hutt employer that. So what if I look like the guy?" He was in a pickle. This Rodian bounty hunter had been tracking him for days - for something he didn't do...

((Nobody has been posting, so I'll get the ball rolling. Maybe we can get attacked by pirates? :CHappy )) Kyl'ar looked out a window into the blackness of space. There was the fleet. It was unlike any fleet he had seen before. It was nothing like the rag-tag pirate bunches that he had seen...

((Well, I have to go, anyway.) Two of those slugs ripped into the ground beneath him, but one hit left his arm. The shiv held firmly by his left hand fell into the sand. His leather armor didn't help alot, but it helped. The other pierced into his leg. "Dang.." He unwrapped the red bandana...

As his enemy's foot slammed into his face, knocking him onto his back on the ground, again, Kyl'ar looked at his right hand - he had completely forgotten about his blaster. His chest and arms were singed by either blade or bolt. Quickly he gathered himself, and got up on both of his feet. His...

Spear over dagger. Both of the fighters knew that. But Kyl'ar would have to make due with what he had. He flipped his shiv infront of his chest. The blade of the spear struck the smaller metal shaft of the shiv, a few sparks going off between the two weapons. The big polearm knocked Kyl'ar onto...

(where is the shot going? o_O I assume it's going towards me, so I'll post that way.) Kyl'ar raised his eyebrows as he heard the big Kalleesh fire off a slug from his rifle through. Heard, not seen - the dust cloud was too big to see anything. He heard it going for one of his legs. He jumped...

(Yeah, non deathmatch) Kyl'ar watched the Kalleesh step into the arena. An intimidating mask enclosed his face. The Nautolan saw him put his rifle at the ready. No time for greetings. Quickly he unstrapped his holster and pulled out his pistol, aiming down the sights at his opponent's hands...

(All weapons except lightsabers and explosives, including rocket launchers and stuff of that sort. No Force powers.) The muscular Nautolan looked around the ring. It had been long since he had a good skirmish. A loosely held holster lay on his hip, a blaster pistol in it. He double-checked the...

"What do you get out of beating the cream outta each other?" Kyl'ar whispered to himself. The two clanking metal hands of the brutes clashed against each other as he watched one ram into the other, their fists meeting in a small explosion of sparks. "Wonder what the Captain will think about...