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Shor finished removing himself from the cockpit's restraints and checked to make sure his lightsaber and E-11D were still securely in place, drawing both. The madclaw's translator had fallen and broken in the hard landing and he didn't bother finding a new one. Speaking to his enemies had never...

Cannons on full blast forward the two vessels thundered toward one another, the air above the battlefield exploding with flashes of red light and shards of shattered plating raining down into the jungle. Shields took hits and damage bled through, but Shor had tricks still to use. All shield...

The madclaw's strafing attack had both accomplished his end goal and drawn and the attention he'd wanted, plus a little extra. Dusty's freighter launching itself at boosted speeds in a completely different direction had given Shor both time and distance to complete it. Meanwhile a cycler shot...

As was becoming a theme, it seemed, the madclaw and his gunship were treated lightly. So much for the other pilot's friendly challenge, Shor thought, as the freighter broke off it's attack to fly straight upward. It even used some kind of booster to increase its speed, but Shor had no intention...

The freighter pilot's maneuvering kept him safe from the base's turrets on the initial approach and his boosted rear shields tanked the bursts of Black blastboat bolts without bleeding through, crimson terminating against the sturdy overcharged energy field. Much to the madclaw's frustration the...

With the faster Blackfin blastboat on its tail the light freighter was forced to do something about it rather than escape back into orbit, at least for the moment. Shor thought this particular pilot must have been unusually brave- or perhaps foolhardy- as they transferred all shield power to...

The siren song of war called to those bloodthirsty hunters of the Sith, marauders and thieves of life and limb. Darth Stolas could not immediately respond with his personal squadron, bogged down in business on the other side of Sith space. But when he sounded the call black-hearted monsters...

As the human flew in to engage, Shor ceased his influence on the Zeltron's blaster and split his saber into two, one hilt for each clawed hand. The left ignited and swung down and left in a firm tip-down parry, blue blade meeting crimson and the power of a wookiee behind it and locking the...

The flash of light was a clever move. It would have worked if Shor had been looking toward the Morganian, but instead his hood and helmet shielded his eyes. Unfortunately because he wasn't directly looking at his target, the Morganian's sudden forward movement threw off his aim and prevented a...

It seemed the little morsel was full of rage, grinning madly and brimming with bloodlust. It was refreshing to see an otherwise ordinary human with such fire in them, a warrior amongst peasants, a wolf amidst sheep. The day had suddenly become much more interesting than a mere culling of...

Finally. Though of course the other Sith went for the Padawan first. So be it, more fight for the madclaw. A growl rumbled deep in his throat as the battle begun and he took a step forward. The Zeltron fired her stun weapon and Shor slightly adjust his forward guard to intercept the shot. A...

While Mallaeus further confirmed his status as a talker, the massive madclaw swept his eyes across the three Jedi present before them. Two humans and a Zeltron so far as he could tell, and all clearly Jedi. At least they were Jedi this time. In this case, the hunt had been more of a trap...

A long-lived youth hunting in the Shadowlands of his homeworld, decades of gladiator fights and gang wars, and training with bloodthirsty Sith had honed Shor's sense of danger to a razor's edge. He knew when he was being targeted. The Ranger had also fired at someone else first, drawing the...

It seemed the other Sith was determined to make sure Shor truly understood that he was the talkative type. The Wookiee could fairly be describe as a being of few words, in fairness. But it seemed so many of the Sith felt the need for grand speeches and ominous portens of impending doom more than...

The zabrak Sith had made a call to hunt, and Shor had answered. While his armour was certainly not subtle, especially not paired with his lightsaber and cut down E-11D, his was actively suppressing his presence in the Force. He was well aware he generally gave off an aura of menace and anger...

Today was a good day for a hunt. Shor heard the call to attack from yet another Sith he had not previously met nor cared about, but had quickly agreed to the plan as it was laid out. As usual, the massive wookiee had joined up eagerly to engage in the kind of relentless bloodshed he most...

Shortly after the arrival of others, another figure emerged, landing in a heavily armed gunship. He certainly took his time departing, but before long the massive figure of an albino wookiee in a simple red, belted tunic made itself quite obviously known down the landing ramp. Out and about he...

Disdainful eyes glanced around the rooms and glossed over the various visitors and staff from behind the cover of an impassive helmet. Menace and the promise of violence were easily provided, the large wookiee serving as the "big stick" in the smaller Sith's attempts at negotiating the slug and...

Shor had answered the call for assistance for precisely one reason. It involved targeting Hutt assets. The large wookiee was not terribly fond of the overgrown slugs and their haphazard gangs of slavers and would generally jump at the chance to disembowel them or their operations. The two of...

Shor was silent in the time it took for night to fall on the pirate camp. He was not a terribly talkative sort in what one might consider social situations, so Ender's choice for meditation suited him just fine. He spent the empty time instead looking over the camp and taking notes on his...