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His saber would continue swinging out until the cultists lost their taste for battle. "Smart choice." This wasn't his first foray with cults and so he expected them to do something malicious: he just expected it to be against them. The first suicide would catch him by surprise, but the second...

As the mob pursued the prisoners, a flash of white light would swing from behind a pillar, the hot plasma of the white lightsaber cleaving through the neck as a hot knife would through a butter. There was no scream, no chance for shock. A form clad in gray beskar would flourish his saber...

Elsewhere, Days Ago It had been years since he had left the Order, years since he had seen friends and loved ones. Was it a fear of loss that drove him to depart? No. Was it hate for those he stood beside? No. Since the attack on Ajan Kloss, Drast had been consumed by hate, by loss, so much so...

Drast had decided to forgo his armor for once, if only for the fact that two people in Mandalorian armor were sure to draw the eyes of local police and he did not want to cause.. another incident. "Yeah, that makes sense." Drast would reply as he adjusted his seating. "Apparently.. the guy that...

Drast would grin as he felt his training saber connect... with something. He didn't quite see the hit, but he did know that he succeeded. And when the compliment came he would just bow his head. "Thanks Bri. All luck." he would laugh. He would have to keep switching up styles and tactics, so...

Drast wasn't much of a Jedi, at least in terms of the Force, but dueling? That was his bread and butter and the Padawan had a long history of beating stronger opponents. His turn to play the target. Bri came first with alternating strikes, easy enough to block and parry, especially with her...

Drastus would look around the bar. Cloud City, he had never thought he would actually be here, nor could he shake the feeling that he was always seconds away from falling. Somewhere. Didnt matter, but maybe the height made him uneasy. "Darth Caelestis? Wasn't that the guy we beat at the Temple...

Drast was sitting in his room watching some holos when his holopad pinged. Immediately his eyes darted to the pad. The recent days had been hard for the young man. A personal hero of his had been dragged through the mud by a guy named Gareth Gin. And now this?! There would be anger, then...

One grin, two grin, three grin, four? That's right, Drast would grin to bring it all back full circle. How could he not? He would begin to circle as Bri prepared to kick things off. "Oops. Sith saber, doesn't have a stun." He would laugh as he lunged around Bri, the ivory glow of his saber...

Drast would laugh at Felix's response. "Yeah, I get that feeling a lot. Never quite know what's gonna come of it. But sometimes, ya just gotta attempt the Shyriiwook and hope your arms don't get torn off." His gaze would travel the Dining Hall as he spoke. "I think they made the right call too...

"Yulie, oh yulie, what an honor it is to meet you, truly." he would say with a bardic voice. He would even go so far to just drop his gear haphazardly behind him to gesture with his hands as if he was singing in an opera. Drast finished the quick verse with a grin. "Well, I'm like the black...

Drastus would take a few sips from his glass, choosing to start with punch. He had been drunk enough around his fellow Jedi in the past and felt that tonight should be a bit different. That is, unless others began to let loose and drink heavily. It had been some time since he had been around so...

A whistling tune, somewhat recognizable to Master Thral would sound from behind them. Drast had returned to Yavin not a day before them and was already back into the swing of things. Grimy and sweaty from his efforts in his private forge, he now carried a large bag over his shoulder, likely his...

Dining Hall Life Day. It was a holiday that Drast had never really celebrated, from his youth with his father to his days on the streets. And his first Master wasn't much for it either, at least she saw that he spent the day in service to others. His duties to the Shadows had seen him leave the...

The Rogue Teller. It was an interesting name and definitely one that would foreshadow the events of the meeting. Drastus had, once again, found a way off Yavin with one of the Jedi Knights and after a slight detour, a promise to meet, and whatnot he found himself crossing the threshold. As he...

Drast's plan had gone off without a hitch, at least in his eyes. He had managed to distract a good portion of enemies and even began to draw that away from the slaves. Blaster fire rang all around him and the pressure would lighten some as the rest of the team entered the camp. That lightness of...

Drast noticed how tired she looked and so he got her a blanket from his pack and draped it over her. Realistically, it could cover both of them due to the tightness of the quarters. "Yeah, maybe it could. But I hear dalae like scars, so I keep em. Well, earn em." Hed respond with a smirk. "As...

The sun was setting, drinks were being passed around, laughter was high. Seemed to be another boring night to Drast. Then off in the distance there was the sound of a detonation and even from his campfire, the Mandalorian Jedi could see a faint blip of light. Heads turned, guards were half...

As the "pirates" threw down their weapons, Drast would deactivate his lightsaber. The battle was over and they accepted surrender. He was relieved they surrendered. Even moreso, that they could hopefully return to their people. He may have not had the same reservations in killing as Master...