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Rolling over and blinking to clear his vision, Tyrn's sight returned to the vision of Daniel standing over him, holding out his hand in assistance. Reaching up and grasping the Rally Master's offered hand, her groaned as he was hauled to his feet. Coming up to his feet into Dan in a half...

Keeping his rifle trained on the Ordo scout as she tumbled through the air and crashed to the ground, Tyrn once more aimed for her center of mass and fired twice as she came to a stop, recovering from her bad landing. This would hopefully put her out of the fight for good, if not killing her...

Tyrn did not have to wait long, the Ordo scouts all began to charge at once. Blaster bolts whizzed past the tree, which would have discouraged Tyrn from popping out to take shots at the charging Ordo's. If he had needed to. Fortunately for him, his target was running down the rise from the...

The more time that Tyrn spent with the Sector Ranger, the more he understood about the man. He knew Mandalorian's well enough, spoke their language, and knew them to be what they were, honest and honorable. Tyrn was no different than many Mandalorian's that Narr had known. He could respect the...

He had managed to get a few shots off, but so had the enemy. Luckily, when switching targets to the flanker, his movement had put his body squarely back behind the tree, at least as far as his first target was concerned, and the shots zinged past the tree, as well as another pair of shots coming...

Luckily for Turn his squirming, crawling form did not make a good target as he army crawled into the thicket, a blaster bolt narrowly missing his leg and it exploded against the ground next to it. He could feel the heat wash against his thigh as the bolt hit were it had been just moments before...

Tyrn scanned the forest through the scope of his rifle, not really expecting to see anything but alert just the same. He almost did a double take as he spotted a white and green painted shoulder pauldron peeking through a scrub brush. Ordo "Drop!" He shouted as he centered his crosshairs where...

Daniel was all cheer and sunshine even in the face of inevitable danger. Tyrn couldn't help but envy his superiors confidence, his own shaken by his experiences in the dark jungles of Kashyyyk where Hod Ha'ran had cursed him to ill luck. He had prayed and sacrificed to Kad Ha'rangir, asking to...

The Rally Master was friendly, acting with little need of boast or pride. Perhaps a man who's confidence in battle needed no reinforcement off the field. Accepting the man's handshake, he clasped his own hand around Daniel's wrist. "Tyrn Rau," Introducing himself in turn while listening intently...

Tyrn nursed his beer and frowned as the Sector Ranger continued his line of questioning, ignoring his own question, steadfast in what Tyrn could only categorize as pursuit. Perhaps this Ranger was not merely making conversation, but sought something specific. Or someone. Tyrn was not lying when...

Tyrn Rau had been preparing to hunt when word of the Solus Rally Master's travel through Rau territory had reached his village. Already having donned his beskar'gam, complete with a shiny new jetpack, Tyrn was ready for battle. Hefting his A-10 longblaster that he had taken from a Trandoshan in...

Tyrn nodded in respect as the ranger spoke of his plans to escort the wookiees to their holy tree. The Ranger then went on to explain he wished to know the clan name of the warriors who would be travelling with him. "Tion'jor va shi dasa'na etid kak?" a low chuckle lightening his words...

Even the honor of capturing the Trandoshan was deprived of Tyrn as his fellows came to assist. While Kad Ha'rangir had shone his favor upon his fellow warriors, Tyrn felt as if a shadow had been cast over him. He could claim no kill on this hunt, even as the young Ryell let the captured...

Tyrn watched with guarded suspicion as the Shistavanen approached. An eyebrow rose in surprised curiosity as the alien, no, sector ranger, began to speak to Tyrn in fluent Mando'a. Clearly a well traveled man. Confident too, or maybe presumptuous as he sat down at Tyrn's table without...

"Yiak! Lets bring home some lizard!" Tyrn shouted as blasterfire peppered the log they had taken cover behind. "But lets make sure to get one alive. They have captives that need bringing back, and i don't see any Wookiee's here." Peeking over the log, Tyrn identified the location of one of the...

The Wookiee roared his challenge, the meaning of his wordless cry abundantly clear to Tyrn. The Wookiee was fast, closing the ground with long strides quickly, and then he was on him. The wookiee was strong, and it took everything Tyrn had to stop the mass of muscle and fur as their bodies...

"Come on!" The words echoed through the woods, bouncing off the trees. It would have been difficult to find him if not for the fact that he kept shouting. The kid was right. Catching site of the lightly armored marauder, Tyrn admired his bravery in the moment, wading through blaster fire...

Grinning under his helmet as the long stick was revealed to be his, Tyrn relished the much sought after position of vanguard in this trek, luck granting him the privilege of being first into the fight. Turning to lead the way, not realizing that he would have led them off track, Tyrn was denied...

""Naasaaaaad'guuuuur mhiiiiiiii, Naasaaaaad'guur mhiiiiii, Naaaaaasad'guur mhiiiii, mhiiiii n'uluuuuu…"" Tyrn belted out along with his fellow Clansmen. The drinking chant was a classic when drinking on foreign worlds, and Kashyyyk definitely qualified. Drinking "tame" Cortyg brandy, which was...

Kashyyyk - Midday The day was well underway during the Life Day Celebration on Kashyyyk. Tyrn had been enjoying the festivities, but was currently taking a breather in a small cantina, his red and white striped helmet of his beskar'gam resting on the table as he sipped a ne'tra gal, the black...