Recent content by Scudd Jastain

To be ignored was bad enough, but to be literally shrugged off, basically simultaneously? Now that just wasnt going to stand in Scudd's book, though the fact that both of these men had said almost the same exact thing almost in unison was a little humorous. And so it was that as he stumbled due...

Scudd felt a surge of joy and simple accomplishment at catching up to the man in the mask. Never mind that he had had not really been trying to leave at any great speed, Scudd had achieved what he set out to do. And considering that the robed man didn't push him away, hit him, or take off...

Knowing full well he looked like a madman by trying to wave down a stranger in the streets of what was arguably the center of crime in the galaxy he kept it up, not caring one bit. Standing on his toes to get a better look over the crowd at this robed mystery person just waiting to be...

It was a nice night by the standards of Nar Shaddaa, the air was cleaner than the usual stagnant morass of smoke, exhaust and the scent of the cloistered beings that lived so closely packed on the moon. Scudd was drinking in the night, along with a few more traditional beverages here and there...

He had heard of the Candooine Chills in passing before but had never run into it himself, or even knew anything beyond it simply existed, not even the symptoms. But the Mandalorian had openly admitted to being sick and suffering from this illness, and that took Scudd by surprise as his mental...

Taking a seat after his brief introduction Scudd allowed himself to feel a small amount of satisfaction. He was not familiar with the protocol for a meeting like this, if there was any to begin with, so he stuck to short and to the point with only a small bit of flair this time. He settled in...

Scudd could hardly make anything out over the music and the rest of the ambient noise, but some bits and pieces came through as well as the trio's body language. Well perhaps it was just the girl and the mando seeing as how the other man didnt seem too popular with the others and was now walking...

The Starrunner class light freighter lovingly named the Pack Ratt nosed down in to Coruscant's atmosphere and began weaving its way around and through the eccumenopolis's towers and spires at the Duros pilot's deft touch. Scudd Jastain loved to fly at the edge of his ability and taking the...

The Twisted Womprat was no upscale club and casino like Canto Bite where the well to do rubbed elbows in luxury, surrounded by the most lavish and luxurious of beings and entertainment. No, this was lower Nar Shaddaa where the music was too loud, the drinks too watered down, and the air so thick...

Scudd stood stock still in that clearing, counting his heart beats as his eyes slowly moved over the dense greenery around him. One, two, three, 'did that branch just move or was it only the wind?' Four, five, six, 'who knows who or what is out here with me.' Seven, eight, nine, 'and yet here ai...

"Massive payday they said." The Duros mumbled to himself as he ducked under a low hanging branch that had grown so close to the ground only due to the massive weight of the vines that covered it. "Just there for the taking they said. Except it isn't 'just' kriffing there!" Indeed Scudd had been...