Recent content by Zad Ruzed

Veteran Ranger aside, there was no knowing how a situation like this might play out. Either the guy in this container was bluffin’ or he wasn’t but Zad could only think so far ahead, see so far into darkness. What he knew is that this guy, this pirate, despite his confidence, wasn’t coming out...

Whatever Draugr might be thinking over their partner, their better version is what the Ranger got the sense of, whatever it was, he reckoned that Draugr was less impressed as embarrassed as Zad at trying to open a locked door with just their hands. What can I do? I’m an old man. Damn. What’s...

“Allow me.” Zad breathed easy, keeping his cigarette trapped ‘tween his teeth. “I might be an old man but I can pull, baby.” “You can pull babies?” Draugr evidently teased. “Like out of cribs or like pulling chicks?” Zad didn’t need to see her face behind the mask to glimpse her grin but...

Well, for Zaia Krodas to trust someone meant that trust meant something or…something. Zad Ruzed was never much of a poet or nothin’ but he reckoned that his friend, the one this Draugr also called her friend, had good judgment that wasn’t blinded or biased. The Ranger had come to trust her with...

“—And that’s when the Ortolan and the Orcolan decided to get vicious and they turned over the mythical wagon to stare at whatever was inside it which turned out to be a round cheese wedge next to some suspiciously edible cheesecake and that’s when I said ‘Well how do you know those men were...

Good. This was better than good. No, this was kriffin’ awesome. Amazing. One lead was good enough. Two leads were better than good. Forget about Ki’duts and di’kuts, mall cop security and bad haircuts. Forget watered visors and bad book readings. Forget Herglic divisions, Mandalorian magic...

Those Hippos just kept going and growing. Soon enough, the Ranger reckoned they would take over the whole galaxy, replacing every Force-user from Jedi to Sith, corner to corner, and even every other Mandalorian. Like a virus. Like the AMS virus or…sommat. -BURP- “That was me sir.” “That’s it...

Wellp, things were definitely gettin’ more complicated by the kriffin’ minute, just when this old man thought they couldn’t. Old man. Hell yeah. No denyin’ it. He was old the moment he was six, then sixteen, in his thirties, fifties, always old. Felt it in his bones. Dusty. Rusty. The only time...

Just when this situation couldn’t get any more complicated, the woman walked in. At first glance, she didn’t look like much. Didn’t look like a punk so there was that. Just looked like, well, a patron in a bookstore who wanted to, Zad guessed it, buy a book or sommat. As for the Tweedles, Zad...

It was an interesting scene in this book store and weren’t no mistakin’ it. There Clan Purple was, lying on the floor. There Hyena was…somewhere or wherever ‘cause the Ranger had just about forgotten his existence at that moment...

Bent cigarette shifted between lips, bit of an awkward predicament to be honest, if reflective of current circumstances with Mandalorian Hippopotamus, and reminiscent of that one occasion when a Ranger was paired up with a Sith. Shit…what happened to ya, Zad? How’d ya end up from Mandalorians...

Burgundy. Murrey. What kinda idiot didn’t know one color from the other? Well, Zad Ruzed didn’t, till he happened to glance at said coloring book or wotzitwhozit but whatever. Both men were in the same dumb boat, the same stupid ship, and looked like idiots at this moment. Then again, who was...

Welp, in hindsight, despite Wolf being as smart as a wolf he was also as dumb as a dog. Wasn’t it Jon Dromon who had mentioned the paintjob of the Badger’s beskar’gem? Whatever. That was then. Time passed and there Zad Ruzed flies behind a pair of idiot security gasbags and the other idiot...

Badge flashed in hand. Badge back in jacket. Dang. Do. Done. Did. He had to do it, he did it, it was done. Only it didn’t get him any further from nothin' to jackshit and thanks Captain Obvious but no thanks Shistavanen, Zad ain’t havin’ that crap so held up a hand like ‘get back’ when he...

Welp, to be fair, this whelp had a point. Yeap. Whelp. Puppy. He might have a lame name like Wolf (and Zad could only wonder what idiot gave him that) but he was more like a dog. A dog on a leash tethered to his Mandalorian Badger employer boyfriend or whatever along with a blue bounty hunter...