Recent content by Macote Hassan

The corn dogs were not fresh & hot. Instead, cooking all day in the swamp air, they had that soggy quality that no one actually ever wanted. Macote looked suspiciously at the flaccid corn dog, reaching in to take a nibble of the dog. He squinted at Prani as she stared at him, slowly lowering the...

Stab first and ask questions later was pretty much Macote's personality. He was equally awkward, pressing his face against the glass as he watched the corn dogs rotate. "They dip it in a batter and fry it!" He responded giddily, thinking back to all the corn dogs he used to eat on Coruscant...

Macote stuck out his middle fingers defiantly as they made their way onto the stage. "FUCK YOU GUYS!" He bellowed, arms outstretched, as the iron cage descended around them. "WE'RE JEDI AND WE'RE PROUD! WE SAVED ITHOR! WE STOPPED THE KILLIKS!" Macote didn't care that they were the heels - he...

Getting the Space Bus fare together for this field trip wasn't easy. This was a volunteer assignment for Macote, one that he applied for at the very last minute, so the Order couldn't help him secure transport to Saleucami. After the planet's civil war, evil bandits and pirates plundered the...

Macote nodded at Shaw's brilliant logic. If they tried anything, their credits were forfeit. But, Macote had a sense that this would just be a normal, short walk for two normal padawans. As they began to walk through the crowded streets. Macote followed behind dutifully, thinking of light...

The Iron Shadow and the Poetic Punch. Sounded more like a pair of cocktails than warriors, truth be told. But Macote grinned along and nodded, absentmindedly, dreaming of the riches they could pull from their wins in the wrestling ring. With Shaw's confidence and Macote's laser-focused...

Macote laughed with Vanya's smirk. She really never seemed to break character, so even a smirk put him more at ease. Macote sighed at her question. How was he holding up? He repeated it in his head, mentally, several times. "I dunno. It feels good to push the Sith back, I guess. I'm glad I...

Macote, still in an adrenaline-fueled haze, tackled the last Epicanthrix officer he could to the ground, pounding at his face until the raider fell unconscious. The Kage rolled off, panting as he stared into the sky. With the fire gone, it looked again like a beautiful day on Ithor. If only it...

Macote remained silent, averting his eyes uncomfortably at the last question. Shaw's whole family was lucky. Or Macote's was cursed. First, refugees from the Belugan apartheid state on Quartzite. Then, slaughtered by the Sith's abominable beasts. There was no justice. He changed the topic back...

The Ewok's feet were caught in his vine. And then the Kage, lighting quick, closed in. His blade cut straight through the little Sith's chest, instantly granting an end to that swift battle that Macote had hoped for. He didn't take his mind off the battle in front of them, glancing over to Vanya...

The life around them was full of energy. When Macote listened, tuned out the din of battle, he could almost hear the spirit of this world whispering to him, encouraging him, ushering him to the front lines. Their cause was righteous and the battlefield would be the ultimate demonstration of...

When they arrived to the noodle shop, Macote groaned and sunk his head into his hands. "Cute? Bro, they thought I was a kriffin' freak." He chuckled, lowly. He had really made a fool of himself - but it was cool. He didn't care about their opinions, really. This shame surely wouldn't burn a hole...

Before Macote could share some pithy one-liner about justice and freedom, his throat was closed by Karys's attack. He couldn't so much as sputter out a cough - as tears formed in his eyes, he saw that little fucking Ewok prepare an incantation. While his throat was being crushed, he used all of...

Macote shivered while he waited to hear Shaw's report. He was tempted to just use his lightsaber as a torch, keep them all nice and warm. "I don't know how you do these winters, Lio..." Macote shivered, reaching into his robes to produce his piccolo once again. He figured the breath work...

Macote was no Master. Far from it. He was just a Jedi with a chip on his shoulder. On Ithor for a peaceful meditative retreat to help deal with that chip, the onslaught of blaster fire onto the planet indiscriminately changed things. These monsters had to be stopped. They had to be put down like...