Recent content by Vayden Q'orr

Q'orr chuckled mentally at her quip but kept a straight face externally. He knew he was older than most in his position but gramps wasn't a name he got called often. He wondered for a moment just how much of an age difference existed between them then answered her question with "Perhaps when I...

Q'orr finished up in the refresher, stepping out with a towel wrapped around himself as he watched Six extract her things from his suitcase. He wasn't surprised she'd found ways to stash things away, nor that he hadn't come across it yet. Not carrying his own bags had been a natural part of his...

Q'orr was amused if only slightly by her opening attitude. On the one hand it was good to see that she had her wits about her for a change. On the other he'd never be able to take her seriously after seeing how much she crumbled under pressure on Horuz. Like most politicians, all bark no bite...

In the following days since the Horuz incident Q'orr had begun setting into motion the plan he'd originally concocted the morning of their escape at the café. His superiors weren't thrilled with his apparent lack of progress in his original assignment, but they begrudgingly accepted that his new...

"Talen" continued to project a sense of panic and generally being overwhelmed by the stress of the situation. Q'orr knew that if Six managed to pick up on any relevant information she'd find a way to act on it. No need to try and study her expression for a hint as to whether or not his idea had...

This would take some fancy flying. Something that he hardly considered a strength of his. But when the flip side involves death such things get very simple very fast. Keeping his hands on the controls he began to set things into motion, taking the ship out of its previous planet-based mode and...

Q'orr continued to play his part effectively, despite the incessant desire to push Marlon into the crossfire at every given opportunity. Answering his "savior" he said "I- I think so." He looked all around in a panic, masking his assessment of the situation through what appeared to be a frantic...

As he held her in the dip he gave a true smile of his own. It was still small of course, but it was just enough for the dimples in his cheeks to show for the first time. His forced Talen smile never revealed them, so the number of people that had seen that feature given his normally neutral...

Q'orr was almost too preoccupied while doing his best to appease an increasingly irate Wookiee to notice the rising volume elsewhere. It was just enough for him to turn towards its direction and see D'Avignon, more troubling than that the hostiles catching up behind her. He instinctively...

He gave a polite chuckle in recognition of her callback, eventually settling into a slight smile. As he took her more than simply offered hand he gave a small bow before beginning. As an agent it was a constant battle of knowing where to dedicate time to. In Vayden's case it was easy to feel...

Always looking to refine his craft, Q'orr made a point to focus intently on how Ada responded to the questions posed to her. Always looking for small tidbits he could add to his own repertoire, in his experience it was the little takeaways that made the difference from good to great. In his...

Q'orr walked through the back alleys calmly for a time. He knew that the queue for entry would take a while for D'Avignon to get through regardless so going at a faster than normal pace would gain him nothing and only risk exposing himself to passerby. He passed all kinds of species that were...

Q’orr took note of her words and set them aside to consider at a later time. He still had trouble finding the added risk worth it, though he’d be lying if he denied the fact that going so long without that natural connection left him feeling lacking in a sense. Maybe with the extra training he...

There it was. Catching a glimpse of the red vessel far in the sky past D'Avignon's shoulder. That was their ticket offworld. They were now on the clock. Yet he didn't move. Not a word about it despite every nerve firing in his body pleading for him to get a move on. His discipline won out...

School grades had never been his forte, more often than not preferring real life experiences as a measure of one's ability than sterilized test scores in a void. He'd lose no sleep on playing the role of a subpar student. He cracked a measured smile at her comment of their potential success...