Recent content by The Duke

Even with the Duke's skills, skills he didn't know came from the force, taking shots from the lurching ship as it jolted from side to side was proving problematic. The tailing shuttle was able to dance in and out of the path of his shots like an exotic dancer. Unluckily for the Duke, it was...

As the Duke got into position, he strapped in for the landing ahead. He had done enough hairy manoeuvres near the ground to know that the trick was of course not to get too close to the ground too quickly. There was a lurch. The Duke was thrown back into his seat and then forward again into the...

"Milady," he assumed an air even more pompous than usual, "I could shoot a gnat off a Gamorrean space weevil and still invite him round for afternoon tea." Kae'Leigh would have no idea whether such a space weevil even existed. The Duke took off his sword before climbing through to the aft...

The Galactic Alliance, eh? "Are they the ones who want to end Galactic hunger, or do they fight crime at night in capes?" The Duke peered round pointedly, as if to check for a cape. "When can we go back for my ship?"

The Duke wracked his memory. He wasn't sure what he was doing on this Twi'lek's ship. He thought he had been drinking -and therefore, probably, gambling - on Nar Shaddaa - at least it looked like that. All of a sudden the lights had gone off, and then on full glare. He had thought that they had...

"I might know one; would probably depend on what the reward was." The stranger's face wasn't giving anything away and so Xander didn't allow his to either. "A woman like you looks like she might be able to provide many...inducements." The Duke wasn't trying anything with that turn of phrase...

Relieved that no one had noticed the break in his cool facade, he returned to his usual cocksure self. As he took another sip - definitely his mouth this time - it was his turn to feel eyes on him. As he looked up from his drink, he noticed the figure - now clearly a woman - had taken her...

The Duke's attention snapped to the figure coming in through the open door. Mixed in with the cold draught that whipped past her cloak was another coldness... or was it darkness? No Xander told himself. That's not possible. You can't feel darkness. What the Duke did know, was that he had a bad...

A A forgotten bar on a forgotten moon outside Cyborrea The Duke sits at a table in a deep Burgundy linen suit, his hat low on his head. He sips slowly from a whiskey and ginger. He sits alone, but does not appear to be waiting for anyone. The atmosphere of the bar is relaxed. There is a...