Recent content by Ryell Varek

"Yes, but the difference is," Ryell pointed his outstretched right fist towards the dunes, where the Tuskens were making the most racket, and then settled his left hand over his right gauntlet. "I came ready for a fight." The first Tuskens to crest the dune were hit full-in-the-face by a jet of...

"Has anyone ever told you that you're a pain in the ass?" the Mandalorian scoffed as he kicked the accelerator pedal and left a dust cloud in their wake. The speeder was unreliable at best. The engine fired like a blaster, spewing smoke into the night. The craft lurched, as well; it was obvious...

"Oh, for the sake of all the gods...!" Ryell saw the twerp attempt to abandon him. He also saw how poorly that plan worked out when a new batch of Tuskens emerged from over the dune the boy was attempting to flee behind. Raising his right blaster in that direction, he unleashed a small salvo of...

"Right behind you!" Ryell ran as the cave was swarmed and, by the time he joined his mentor at the mouth of the cave and turned to return fire, there were several dozen emerging from the shadows. The Mandalorian youth wondered how his mentor intended to put them in an advantageous position...

Approaching the Jawa sandcrawler, alarm bells were going off in Ryell's head. The entire area was eerily quiet. No Jawas were coming out to meet him and there was junk littered about. Almost as if... The sound of someone approaching caught his ear and Ryell dove for the nearest cover: a large...

The cave looked foreboding. What was a cave doing underneath a castle anyways? Ryell was very careful when they breached its rather large, mawlike entrance. If there were more of those monsters then he was willing to bet his last credit they were down here. A horrid mental image of a nest of...

Ryell never expected to find himself out on the Dune Sea at night; but that bar fight in Anchorhead had been the final straw. He needed to get off this ratty little dust ball of a world. The heat from the planet's twin suns and the endless sand blowing about were beginning to get to him, and now...

This moon really was a freak show. With names like "Killer Toxin" and "Solius Grand," he felt like he was a kid again on Atlas, watching those old weekend holo-dramas. But, he couldn't complain; beating up these guys were a far more interesting way of training than the Battle Circle back on...

Ryell decided to ascend the sheer cliffside with a bit more style. He unclipped a grapple gun from his utility belt, aimed at the nearest ledge, and then fired a grappling hook. When the hook caught the cliff, he secured the line to his belt and then pressed the ascension button on his gun. It...

It felt odd being on Nar Shaddaa in full Mandalorian armor. The Smuggler's Moon was part of the so-called Imperial Hutta: a province of the Sith Empire and the only one currently not at war. But even the Empire wasn't stupid enough to believe it could maintain a true police presence on the moon...

"I've heard terrible rumors about this planet," said Ryell Varek just as what appeared to be moonlight filtered through the overcast sky and dimly lit the tumultuous valley ahead of them. "They call Bray the 'planet of darkness' because no sunlight ever reaches the planet's surface. Just the...

The first thing Ryell noticed when he woke up is that his head felt as though it was splitting open from forehead to brain stem. The second thing he noticed was that his helmet was no longer on his head, but, given the excruciating pain in his head, he made no effort to look around and locate...

"Oh, no you don't!" Ryell shouted after the blonde boy as he slammed his helmet back down over his head. "I'm not finished with you yet!" He drunkenly ducked one of the Weequay's swings. Throwing a glance over his shoulder at his attacker, he smirked beneath his helmet. "Ha!" he laughed...

Asshole? Asshole? A blaster bolt with Ryell's name on it had just pierced the wolfman's shoulder, sending it sprawling to the ground, when the insult came through Ryell's helmet. He whirled in time to see the obscene gesture given to him by the blonde youth he had been trying to save and was...

Ryell was too drunk to be proud of the mayhem he created, as any other Mandalorian might have been. He was so far gone that, when he reached for his blaster pistol, he came up with his grapple gun without realizing it. He fired a shot at the Rodian, but, with his shit aim, the grapple line only...