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Culmination | ⬤ | ⬤ | ⬤ | ⬤ | ⬤ | ⬤ | Crix stood before the Bendu and the grandmaster. He was as ready as he could be for whatever terrors he was to be subjected too. His little friend, whom he'd decided to name Bradley, seemed to settle in as if to say, "I'm here for you, pal." The Jedi...

The Assessment | ⬤ | ⬤ | ⬤ | ⬤ | ⬤ | ⬤ | The Jedi crossed the mesa following the call until he came to a valley swimming in the force. His emerald eyes scanned the area searching for Arda and the source of the force's undulation, but all he found was a peculiar rock formation and twelve...

The Talk | ⬤ | ⬤ | ⬤ | ⬤ | ⬤ | ⬤ | ⬤ | "Peetwo, where's that hydrospanner?!" Crix called over his shoulder. The newly appointed Jedi Knight was in the process of adjusting the controls of his new XS-205i, that he affectionately named The Rambler. He was dressed in his usual maintenance...

The Call | ⬤ | ⬤ | ⬤ | ⬤ | Crix's emerald eyes studied the miasmic undulations of hyperspace through his new ship's viewport. He still wasn't accustomed to the ship yet, but his natural piloting ability coupled with his attunement to the force had made the transition much easier than he'd...

The Hangover | ⬤ | ⬤ | ⬤ | ⬤ | Crix's eyes snapped open. Fear griped at his core as a thunderclap shook his entire body. He starred up at the same terror he'd seen so many times. The piercing white eyes gaze out through the undulating storm. His fear faded to frustration as his brow knitted...

Wings Of Liberty II Nubia Thread 3 | ⬤ | ⬤ | ⬤ | ⬤ | ⬤ | ⬤ | ⬤ | The Highwind came out of hyperspace and the visage of Nubia filled the viewport. Crix smiled as he took int eh celestial body, seeing planets hanging weightlessly in space was one of his favorite parts of being a smuggler, it...

Crix moved with purpose, hands shoved into his jacket and cigara pressed between his freshly split lip. The breeze wafting off of Manaan’s endless sea carried the smell of salt and kelto, the latter opened up The Smuggler’s sinuses and the former stung his battered face. Crix had enjoyed his...

The Renegade | ⬤ | ⬤ | ⬤ | ⬤ | The interior of The Gunsmith's warehouse was a veritable museum of projectile weapons from across the universe. Crix couldn't help but gape in amazement at the number of unique and rare artifacts hanging from the walls. "Uh... how have you not been robbed."...

Another Mimban | ⬤ | ⬤ | ⬤ | ⬤ | "Carter, welcome back. I believe we were discussing your debt." Said The Man in Black, "You've accumulated an impressive debt in a short time and I'm here to make sure you don't do anything," he leveled an ironic gaze at Crix and Dalo, "...Rash." He finished...

Getting Acquainted | ⬤ | ⬤ | ⬤ | ⬤ | A mess of wires lay splayed across the floor of The Highwind's cockpit. Crix was dressed in black mechanics coveralls with the sleeves tied around his waist. He was covered in grease and dirt, the white tunic he'd been wearing was smeared with various...

Finders Keepers | ⬤ | ⬤ | ⬤ | ⬤ | Crix brought The Highwind out of hyperspace, the elongated starlines snapping to place as the Corellian light freighter switched back to it's sublight engines. The Smuggler was impressed with how much smoother the transitions were since he'd upgraded to a...

The Gunslinger | ⬤ | ⬤ | ⬤ | ⬤ | A Gunslinger enters a bar filled with tough types boasting ridiculously big blasters. As he enters they all turn and face him. He glowers at their unwanted attention and then makes his way to the bar. He orders a bourbon neat. A patron next to him makes some...

surprise! | ⬤ | ⬤ | ⬤ | ⬤ | The smuggler stepped into a smokey dive bar and made his way to a booth in the back. He was exhausted. The Hutta strike had been terribly taxing and he needed a little R&R before he made his way to Al'doleem, to confront Leah. He sank into the soft vinyl booth...

Rescue Rangers | ⬤ | ⬤ | ⬤ | ⬤ | The Smuggler brought his XS-100 out of hyperspace, snapping the starscape and planet before him into view. His emerald eyes took in the planet of Makeb as he turned to look at his co-pilot for the mission. "...and, just like that you've completed a jump to...

Welcome Home | ⬤ | ⬤ | ⬤ | ⬤ | Heavy boots trudged up the ramp of Crix's XS-100 Corellian light freighter. He closed and locked the door to the main hold, but anyone with his encryption would be able to get in. Luckily, for Crix the only person who might have it was Leah and he was pretty...

Cowabunga | ⬤ | ⬤ | ⬤ | ⬤ | The sewers on Taris were strikingly different from the one's he'd grown up in on Coruscant. The architecture was more intricate and the ceilings were higher. Hell, if he was being completely honest, this was one of the nicest sewers he'd been in. He glanced back...

Crix landed his swoop in a clearing a few clicks from his objective. The clearing was nestled in the shadow of a looming slaver camp that had taken roost inside a wrecked Contemptuous Class Dungeon ship. Crix spit to the side as disgust soured his saliva upon laying eyes on the impending...

Quesh. Poisonous, vile, and home to some damn good adrenals. Crix set his XS-100 down at the rendezvous point. Rusty was working on his new ship and the smuggler knew not to rush perfection. He was forced to wear a filtered re-breather on his scout armor in order to compensate for the planet's...

Evasive Maneuvers THEMEThe Corellian gunship they’d stolen tore through the hazy Ord Mantellian sky as Leah and Crix attempted to distance themselves from the chaotic battle below. As the sounds of blaster fire diminished the smuggler breathed a sigh of relief and slumped into the co-pilots...

Calling in a Favor THEMEWith a cigarette stubbornly pinched between his lips, Crix, pulled the duraplast interior siding off the wall of his ship. He took a drag off the cigarette and swore as he examined the burnt out carburetor. The only thing his recent trip to Kashyyyk had earned him was...