Vrael stood as the shuttle touched down onto the appropriate landing pad with a lurch, glaring a hole through the metal as he waited for the ramp to lower. The moment it did, he was striding down it, hardly giving his guards the chance to follow. He briefly surveyed the area, noting his escort...
Jedi
Criminal Heretics
Name: Jedi
Species: Various
Sex: Various
Known Affiliations: Rebels
Known Associates: N/A
Jedi, tyrannical dictators that once ruled the galaxy with an oppressive iron first. They were seemingly defeated when the glorious Sith rose up to fight for their freedom, but...
Hugo Ion
Rebel Terrorist Warlord
Name: Hugo Ion
Species: Duros
Sex: Male
Height: ~6 ft
Weight: ~200 lbs
Combat Level: 2
Skin color: Blue
Eye color: Red
Hair color NA
Known Affiliations: Rebels/Jedi
Known Associates: N/A
Last Known Location: Headed to Mandalore
Hugo Ion recently announced...
Arda Breaux
Jedi Terroristi
Name: Arda Breaux
Species: Human
Sex: Female
Height: 5' 7"
Weight: 130 lbs
Combat Level: 2
Skin color: Tan
Eye color: Dark Brown
Hair color Black, possibly dyed
Known Affiliations: Jedi/Rebels
Known Associates: None
Last Known Location: Nar Shaddaa
Arda Breaux...
Vrael stood from his chair with a quiet sigh, glaring a hole into the desk. Finally, it was clear and open, after many hours of work and effort. Just in time too, he had a prior engagement to address in a few minutes. Leaving his study and closing the door, Vrael turned and started down the...
Vrael frowned as looked down on the newly conquered jungle world. The viewport of the bridge ensured that the world was well in view below him, green as could be. When he'd first acquired it, he'd considered it a waste of effort almost. Not only had one of his more...unique acolytes fallen in...
Vrael scowled under his helmet as he stalked to the front of the lines, lightsaber blazing in one hand. He glared forward at the gate which was currently buckling under the weight of the current assault. The palace was ablaze with light, blasters flashing in the fading light of dusk. His forces...
When the feed starts, there is no empty chair, no imposing room or throne. Instead, there is only a ships bridge, the kind one might see on a command vessel. And centered in the view, standing proudly in plain sight, was a man encased in black armor. His apparel was dirtied and dusty, as if he...
Vrael stepped free from the speeder with a quiet huff, affixing his helmet over his frame as he did so. Here they were, Raxus, or more accurately, the capitlal city Raxulon. They were just on the outskirts, the poorer side of the city so to speak. It showed too, with dirty crowded streets and...
Vrael eyed the warehouse with clear disgust as he stepped off from his speeder onto the sidewalk. So this was the place hmm? The nest of rebel scum who had sought to relieve him of his rightful property. Hmph, it was smaller than he'd expected, and actually quite inconspicuous, just another...
Vrael sighed in relief as he stepped out of the room, straightening his armor and nodding to his two Massassi guards. That had been an...annoying meeting to say the least. The Mon Calamari leaders had been dissatisfied with the current rate of goods exchange and ship productions. Of course the...
Vrael looked up as his shuttle landed, the vessel shuddering about him for a brief moment. Sighing lightly, he pulled himself to his feet, briefly straightening a few armor pieces. The two Massassi beside him also rose, both of them stepping back to make room as the ramp lowered. Vrael stepped...