Recent content by Ryfybert Wylt

Sector Rangers? Wylt couldn't believe his own bad luck. Not that he would have welcomed a third thief to the party, but with the two thieves gone the scene did not make him look good in the eyes of a Sector Ranger, unless said Ranger was both blind and a fool. Had it been another thief, Wylt...

It seemed like all doors slammed shut on Wylt tonight, both figuratively and literally. He didn't know how the man did it, but the door to the room behind the office suddenly slid shut. He fired his blaster at the man, but it went into the wall where the man had stood less than a second ago...

The man that stood before him was of a different sort than Wylt had expected. Not that the bounty hunter could see the man's face very clearly, it being partially hidden by the headdress he wore. Wylt had had weapons pulled on him before; he'd been shot at, beaten, even run over by an angry...

Wylt was still in the ventilation shaft when he heard a loud thump up ahead. It sounded like someone had pushed over a shelf stocked with metalware. He sped up, his mind running through the possible scenarios. Had the man finally assaulted the speeder pilot? Were they in the middle of a melee...

It seemed to Wylt like he had unknowingly entered a game of cat and mouse, but instead of there being a mouse, a cat, and Wylt, now seemingly Wylt was the cat and the other two the mice. He observed, with no small amount of frustration, how the two of them jumped back into the speeder and sped...

Events unfolded quicker than Wylt had expected. From the backseat of the cab, he observed the woman and the man jump out on either side of the speeder, drawing weapons. Wylt drew his own blaster and said to the cab driver: "Pull up on the same platform as them." The driver, a bald Human male...

Ryf's Beans was pretty dead as this time of the day. Except for a few of the regular night owls, the caf shop was empty. It had been a slow day, and Wylt was all but ready to clock off his shift and head home. Not that he had any intention of going to sleep; he'd had too many cups of the freshly...

Wylt followed the Mandalorians into the ship, glancing sideways at the animals, slightly uneasy. There had been no pets around him, neither on Coruscant nor on Nar Shaddaa, so he had never adjusted to their erratic behaviour. He took a seat next to the Mandalorians. "I know my way around a...

Wylt read the charter while the others spoke. Nothing out of the ordinary. He left his signature on the datapad, sliding it over to the Mandalorian in the red armour afterwards. Three Mandalorians, an elderly Twi'lek, and me, he thought, that's bound to become interesting. Wylt nodded in...

Wylt hated eavesdroppers. The streets of Nar Shaddaa were full of them. Even in the chaotic cantina noise, muffled words were clear as cyber crystal to a trained ear. Many a time, Wylt had had to beat the dreg out of someone whose earlopes had wiggled too excitedly at something he'd said to a...