Recent content by Linwood Foster

Corridors, metal corridors. Turns left, right and yet he moved straight on. The scratching of claws and the whine of a chargin stun setting ensured that he had to keep going. Not willing to see how high the pitch went before firing he'd make turns as soon as it became audible. The other citizens...

He clapped at her slice, chuckling to himself. If there was one thing that he enjoyed in his galaxy it was watching somebody else take her beatings. To then bet that she could whip this silver fox like she had him oh so many times on long hauls across the Outer Rim. Each extra chip, credit and...

The crowd began to rise behind him as his ticket was punched. Credit were handed over so the tall human rotated around the table to lean against the bulkhead wall as all the other gamblers swamped the bookies. Linwood began to watch the masses and saw the calmness of her motions. It was...

The feeling of his own weapons emitter housing was one that she enjoyed forcing upon him, he could feel it. His body froze, and his ears ached for her speech. Then, modulated by the helmet, her voice rang out. Not in the rigorous drill of an instructor. There was care, almost affection in...

He recoiled at her statement that she was going to fight, his free hand rising and then halting as she moves away. At her invitation, he pushed the bowl away and stood up. “Of course, Mandolorian. I will follow you, look around, maybe place a bet; but I will not be involved. That is not...

Linwood shook his head and looked to his partner. "They are client, employee... we are not hunting anything." His accent strained against that last word, almost creating a double 'e' in 'aneething'. He looked around the bar, and scooped his winnings into a pocket. "That is also not main worry...

"Is it? I haven't had any yet?" he stretched out an arm to hail one of the serving girls. "Better thick than thin... well it would be it the Way wasn't in the way." he signalled to her helmet, wondering how had she eaten. As she signalled to his winnings, his smile broadened and his teeth...

Luxury quarter, Airtight base. Hoth Asteroid Field Co-ordintes: K-18 A formerly secret base within the field, drilled deep into the nickel-iron core of one of the larger of the belt's asteroids. 'Airtight' base was once the haven of pirates, during the Galactic Civil war. Over a century had...