“Oh what the fuck,” Ferrin hissed, eyes narrowing upon the Queen Kilik who was literally digesting people alive. Great. Awesome.
The Pantoran had no more valued or profound input before he began to move - keeping his lightsaber poised to defend. Following direction from Theia, Ferrin moved...
Ferrin kept pace around his allies - golden eyes narrowing as they delved deeper into the hive. The Pantoran had all sorts of suspicions and worst-fears of what they would encounter as they delved into the Kilik dwelling, and some of those fears were certainly made reality by the bodies they...
Ferrin couldn’t help but grit his teeth - frustration bubbling to the surface initially. The Force was clouded and turbulent, making it impossible to discern the path ahead. His fingers coiled tightly around the silvery hilt of his lightsaber, full-aware they might as well have been walking into...
Ferrin couldn’t help the grimace that gradually worked its way across his expression. They had already divided their numbers in half to attack both mounds, and splitting them further brought a distinct spike of anxiety into the Pantoran. But what real choice did they have?
He took in a breath...
For the first time in quite a while, Ferrin had a renewed hope for the Jedi Order.
Despite his absence from Tython - consequence of fighting in the Outer Rim - the Pantoran wholeheartedly believed in the changes that Vanya called for. How couldn’t he? The Grandmaster was gone. The Council had...
Ferrin.. Had no words to describe what has arisen from the station. It defied the very laws of nature within the Galaxy - a horrific amalgamation of machine and organic material that caused his stomach to turn. It reeked of the Dark Side, corruption and twisted magic that radiated through the...
“I hate this place,” Ferrin growled under his breath - frankly reiterating the point that Vanya had previously made. It didn’t matter how far they delved into the Station - something worse seemed to be lurking around every corner.
The Pantoran took in a sharp breath - fingers curling around the...
“I hate this place,” Ferrin grumbled, flexing his burnt fingers. It was unpleasant, but the Pantoran otherwise sported no serious injuries from being fried by the Droid. Nevertheless, it was a waste of his and everyone else’s time. A resource that they - presumably - couldn’t afford to lose much...
Ferrin couldn’t help but wince - watching as the protocol droid struggled and screamed with incoherent terror. Nothing about the space station made sense to him. Nothing about the fear and panic attack that the droid experience made sense. There was something far more sinister at play, and the...
Ferrin glanced back at the two ladies walking beside him - giving each a small nod as introductions were exchanged. He still didn’t entirely trust the cannibal to, well.. Not be a cannibal. For now, though? That was becoming the least of things worrying the Pantoran.
He couldn’t help but since...
To say that Ferrin was sketched out was a grave understatement. The Pantoran was vaguely aware of the words being spoken behind him, jaw set into a firm line as he slowly navigated the station.
His golden eyes eventually flicked over to the two individuals that opted to join him. Though he...
To his own dismay, Ferrin knew that he couldn’t ignore the transmission broadcast across the Galaxy. For all the mystery that surrounded the station, there was no denying the risk that it’s inhabitants posed to innocent life, to the very worlds and sentients that the Pantoran was sworn to...
The sound of a familiar nickname immediately captured Ferrin’s attention. His lips tugged towards a lopsided smirk, jutting his chin in greeting towards the Fiani that had organized the entire event. It had been weeks since their little smuggling run, mere coincidence that they ran into each...
The moment that Ferrin caught wind of the Party Yacht, it was almost a given that he’d find a way into attendance. The Pantoran had already been scheduled to visit the Corporate Sector - investigating the lingering claim of businesses supporting the regime of terror that Raze had instituted...
If Ferrin was internally put off by Kai’s attitude, it didn’t manifest outwardly in the slightest. The Pantoran nonchalantly turned so that his back was facing towards the pits, both elbows resting against the dirty, metal rail that framed the gallery. Even if the Fiani wasn’t looking at him...
It was difficult to keep track of everything that occurred over the past few weeks. Despite their frequent stagnation, the Jedi mobilized into full force - driven by the multitude of crisis’ that plagued the Galaxy at once. Steady progress was being made against the Forces of Raze, while a pause...
Subtle as it might’ve been, there was no mistaking the displeasure that spread across Corbo’s jubilant countenance - lips pursing and starry eyes narrowing into thin daggers. The Rodian had enough experience to know when one of his underlings had been spurred, rather than accepting the generous...
It didn’t take too long for Ferrin to make his way inside the arena - slipping past security and stepping into the packed, circular gallery. The sound of thousands filled the air all around him - cheers erupting as two individuals fought below. An Orcolan and Wookiee mercilessly took swings at...
To the surprise of nobody, Ferrin had plenty of experience navigating the depths of Nar Shaddaa. He was hardly the most traditional Jedi, and the Pantoran had frequently snuck away from the Temple as a Padawan - eagerly enjoying the parties and pit fights that occurred on the Smuggler Moon...
“Try not to lose it,” Ferrin commented towards the guard that took hold of his lightsaber - perhaps the first time that the Pantoran had willingly given the weapon to another person. It would serve him no purpose for the task ahead of him. Only the crystal he clutched within the palm of his...