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Perhaps if Alex had been better trained, he could've scrambled out of the way in time-- but as the force would have it, Hailee's blade would hit his shoulder. He let out a gasp and a cry-- and than, he was down. The boy's saber flew into her hand without issue. What followed was to be expected...

The determinism the Jedi was showing off was something to behold. She faced his attack head on, and even though she had failed in her counterattack, her defense held like a marble wall. He had enough stamina and strength to match her, but would it be enough to defeat her? Their men were trading...

The Jedi's insults prompted little reaction from the Acolyte, lips creasing in a frown before he disengaged and cut the ground. Her insults mattered little, and her roll didn't either. He'd intended to obscure her vision, leave her vulnerable, and while he hadn't necessarily accomplished that...

The Brentaalan's eyes widened as the Jedi met his surprise like he'd been a poorly hidden child in hide and seek. Instinctively he threw up a barrier, basic, but strong enough to keep him from being sent flying. His feels dug into the dirt and he stumbled back a little, but he quickly regained...

When his mother had spoken to him all those years ago, charged him with the task that, she said, "Would name him the greatest of their line," he hadn't had a clue of what it would mean. She'd filled his head with stories of their dynasty's mythic past, of their right to ascendance over their...

"Wh-- you can't call me out for that! It's your fault, being so tall and having those ridiculously high cheekbones!" The boy exclaimed, lightly smacking the Anfynn's arm and blushing like an idiot. "Gods, you're far to presumptuous for your own good! I just meant that we should get to ride one...

Alex would listen along as Caer recounted how the dragons had been driven to near extinction, a melancholic look coloring his expression. "A shame," he declared, genuine as he said so. "I would hope that the people of this world come to respect these creatures enough to protect what few remain."...

"...wow." The boy answered. In truth, there was no other response he could think of. To be fair, how many others could think of a more eloquent response? He'd been trained in oratory since he was nine, and yet he could barely articulate the wonder that filled his mind. Dragons. He may as well...

"It would've been for my sister in law," Alex explained, barely registering the "dragon egg" bit of Caer's answer. "Purple is-- was the color of our royalty. Our line goes back to the stock of kings," He said, quoting his mother word for word, "And the red in the egg... well, my sister in law's...

Giant spiders? Alex suddenly felt grateful for Brentaal's lack of biodiversity. While the vast salt flats and glacial deserts of his homeworld were desolate and miserable, they'd never produce anything as abominable as giant spider people. "They sound like wretched creatures. I hope there comes...

"There won't be any room for them in the galaxy the Empire is building." Alex declared, a matter of fact statement in his mind-- it had been drilled into his head by his mother quite often. "We have more legends about things that might have lived than we do interesting flora or fauna, I'd say...

"Oh, well the galaxy certainly is filled with the uncivilized. That alliance of degenerate worlds and the decadent and ruinous Republic certainly qualify." The Brentaalan declared, repeating his mother's talking points that she often railed about in the commerce halls. "But such barbarities will...

"I suppose our people have that in common, at least. That, and their apparent understanding of how things ought to be." The Brentaalan said, referencing the other acolyte's own noble background. "I do wish people took to traveling more. I'd thought everything offworld would be mudhuts and...

The acolyte had made his way to the bar, humming to himself as he walked with a pep in his step. If anyone else from his homeworld was close by, they might recognize that the song he was humming was a funerary hymn, though keyed up so as to sound a lot more upbeat. Glancing around, he slowly...

Field missions had never really been Alexios' strength, though to call this a "mission" would be a bit of a misnomer. As far as he was concerned, this hadn't been an assignment ordered down by one of his superiors. It seemed to be a personal project of one of his "colleagues" who he'd only...

The grin on Caer's face brought a flush to his own, and a giggle escaped his lips at the taller boy's dignified acceptance. "Such manners! I'll have to thank Cael for sending me a proper gentleman." The Brentaalan teased, trying his best to make light of the situation. There was fear in him, at...

Attention was attention, and attention the boy received. Laughter sprung up around him, and he couldn't help but laugh with them. It was a silly thing he was doing; none could deny that, even if he was easy on the eyes. He was not so insecure to blush in embarrassment or seethe in humiliation--...

As if on cue, the pale boy with the knife ears began to lather up in sunblock (@LouJoVi) Alex couldn't help but giggle a little before he went back to swimming, lapping the pool once before finally climbing out. He promptly began to stretch, pulling his arm back and across his chest, and leaning...

Alex had initially intended to join the game, but as it turned out, there'd been an odd number of participants, and the boy had barely surfaced from the water when the other four managed to pair off. No matter-- the only thing more fun than a game of chicken was watching it, and he had a front...

Alex let out a chuckle as the white-suited Sith complained about all the trouble he had to go through with his outfit. "It's the hassle of putting it on and keeping it clean that makes it impressive, don't you think?" He suggested, before shrugging. "I figured I might put something nice on, but...