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"Just my ankle and my pride... kriffing log." Grasping onto the rotting wood that seemed to disintegrate between his fingers, Dalyn had only a moment to fear the fall into the fissure before Koil spoke words of wisdom. He had a jetpack. Reflexively smacking himself in the visor at his own...

Continuing the trek through the mountain pass, hammer still slung over his shoulder while whistling a jaunty tune and looking out over the splendor of the northern wilds. Archie seemed to be in the spirit of things, marching along in front of him with his head held up high and swinging this way...

"Nah, no ice for me. This here's the good stuff from my home village, it's meant to be savored." The dark haired Mandalorian poured generously, the clear alcohol filling the room with the scent of fruit and spices and the sharp tang of potent alcohol. Placing the bottle down and taking a sip...

Grinning savagely behind his helmet as two more cats went down from the War Councillor's blasters, Dalyn twisted his head to crack a joke - most likely an entendre about Koil's quickshot - when he spotted a cat on the ledge above them preparing to pounce. Everything happened at once; the cat...

Wandering in the open door of the apartment with a bottle of tihaar in one hand and a drum tucked under his arm, Dalyn let out a whistle to let Koil know he had arrived before moving to unpack his things. The female badger at his heel, Dalyn's own companion Eulalia, immediately scampered off to...

Dalyn stepped backwards to press his back to Koil's, knowing from experience that these beasts preferred to go for the neck or back of the legs while their prey was distracted by the others, and pulled the trigger with a put-upon sigh, not even acknowledging the pained yowl as his bolt struck...

The sound of the explosion and the strangled cry alerted Dalyn to the success of his grenade and the Mandalorian immediately killed the power to his jetpack and allowed gravity to take hold. The sensation of free-fall gripped him for half a second as he dropped before the jetpack ignited and...

Grinning behind his helmet, Dalyn called back to Daz, "Oya, brother! Let's give them a show!" and stepped forward to meet the other Mandalorians approach. Body tensed and eyes focused on Daz, Dalyn broke the circular stalemate without a sound, dashing forward toward Dax with his beskad held at...

Kneeling in the dirt of their butchered world with his head bowed and eyes closed beneath the cover of his helmet, prayers of strength and remembrances for the fallen on his tongue, Dalyn slowly rose to his feet as the cheering and catcalls in his mother tongue gave way to a deafening silence...

Dalyn grinned and raised his glass of tihaar high as the crowd gave a cheer for his takedown of @Crystal Kryze, the redness of his face from the warmth of the bar and the booze served as cover for his blush. He certainly hadn't intended to shoot his opponent with an aphrodisiac and at the time...

Shivering beneath the thick woollen poncho and the grey cloak wrapped around his body, Dalyn smiled fondly beneath his helmet at Archie in remembrance before turning to address Koil. "5 credits and a tihaar back home says it's wolves. The howling of the damn wind is a sign as my da would say...

Rising out of the treeline to the sound of a repeater firing and an Imperial officer out of the barricade, Dalyn cursed and twisted his body to continue his upward flight at an 80 degree angle toward the Comms Tower in a corkscrewing manuever that brought him higher to dodge the crimson stream...

Dalyn slowed his dash as Crystal flipped onto her back, weapon forgotten and arms raised defensively over her head and eyes blindly seeking out an enemy she could neither see nor hear. Sheathing one of the axes, he stooped to pick up the dart pistol that had fallen from her holster in the...

The Mandalorians scattered like leaves on the wind, diving behind trees and boulders as the causeway lit up with weapon emplacement fire. Dalyn cursed darkly as he pivoted and threw himself behind one of the thick trees for cover. The Imperials were dug in well, the repeaters able to chew...

Dalyn met the eyes of both Senators, struggling to school his features into a mask of impassiveity that would not fool these seasoned political animals for a moment; one of the difficulties in wearing a helmet for so long was losing the reflex to not display your emotions for all to see on your...

Dalyn kept his movements slow and steady to avoid disturbing the canopy, moving through the trees along the northern side of the arena. Upon reaching the cleared space where the trees trunks ended and the river began, the Mandalorian climbed into the top of the canopy, aimed his grapple line at...

Dalyn Solus let out a slow breath as the VXN carrying him and his verde toward the Tower screamed through the atmosphere, the dull repetitive whump of laser cannon fire and the muttering of the warriors packed like Quarren in a tin filling his ears. He quietly ran a check over his equipment...

Dalyn's hands flew across the console without thought, adjusting speed and angling the deflector shields toward the three approaching scout fighters. The pre-battle jitters were washed away by a familiar rush of adrenaline as his starbomber screamed through the void and Dalyn felt the savage...

Grateful to be armored in good - not pink and vomit green - Mandalorian beskar'gam again, Dalyn waived a dismissive hand at the jeering of the verde in the dropship ferrying him to the arena and took a moment to breathe in the damp Dxun air. Much of his verdgoten had been spent on the hellish...

Dalyn reached a hand out to return the handshake of the Senators from Obroa-skai and Chandrilla, briefly assessing their grips and features. Gesturing for both to be seated, he hesitated for a moment before reaching up and removing his helmet. As loathe as he was to do so, it would not be right...