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The blade of energy sliced through the bitter cold, burying itself into the empty snow where Sam had been. With narrowed slits behind his visored helmet, the commando eyed his opponent as he fled like a coward. It wasn't until he turned to see his companion pointing a rather menacing weapon at...

Titus could barely hear the shots over the din of the avalanche, which only slightly helped with what happened next. The first bolt, as stated, struck him against his back plate with the next two striking at his right leg. The armor on his right leg, or at least the back plate, was effectively...

As the guard fell to his death, the unmistakable sound of an explosive went off, with the rumbling of rocks and snow shaking the terrain around them. It didn't take a rocket scientist (or a young man literally raised 'under a rock') to figure out what was about to happen. Gripping his gear...

Titus quickly nodded in response to Talia as they moved through the rough terrain. They had plenty of cover about them, namely rocks and harsh ridges preventing direct line of sight by and large, which worked to the pair of Republic operatives' advantage. Whatever snipers they may have had...

Rhen Var. T'was very cold. So cold in fact, that Titus had hardly expected just how cold it was. It was bone chilling, a piercing cold that threatened to turn him into an ice cube at a moments notice. He was not necessarily a stranger to cold, however. During his childhood, he was exposed to...

As power soon filled the ship once again, Titus let out a slight sigh of relief. It wasn't often that he found himself in this type of situation (never in fact), and he was very thankful for the expertise of the woman who only moments earlier was saying her prayers to whatever deity in the...

'How did I end up here?' 'Here, of all places...' The depths of space had the uncanny effect of introspection on many a soul that drifted through it, not the least of which Titus. It was all rather funny in fact. For as long as he could remember, he grew up in a nine by eleven foot room made...

With Hezron taking the actions he did, Titus was quick to recover from his prone position. He rose up, grasping his double bladed lightsaber firmly in his hand. The deep blue blades of energy belched from the hilt, with Titus thereafter flourishing the weapon expertly. It would be fool hardy to...

Titus merely nodded at Hezron's advice and acted accordingly. He never had a proper master, so it gave him an interesting feeling when someone acted as such with him. It made him think of the only family he ever had known, and had lost brutally on more than one occasion. His training had kicked...

The saber cleaved through the pavement like a hot knife through butter, yet there was nothing else there. Titus' eyes traced the Mandalorian's escape through narrowed eyes, as he flew against the setting sun. It was then that he could feel the extent of his injuries begin to creep up on him...

'Predictable.' Was all that ran through Titus head as he was more than prepared for the eventual second rocket. He collected his thoughts during that span of time between his taking cover and the second rocket being launched, focusing on calming himself and readying his reflexes. He could now...

You are correct as it is a preemptive type of thing just prior to the rocket launch. It makes sense what you are saying, but my question is how is what you are doing considered an interrupt? All titus is doing at the point of your attack is walking in the building, looking around looking for you?

I've edited my post, and hopefully it addresses most of your concerns. Let me know mate. ;)

Titus proceeded into the building cautiously. The wall which Dak's mine had been deployed upon was no more, meaning the young force user had plenty of room to enter within. Debris clung to the air heavily, which meant visibility was at an all time low. It wasn't as thick as one would expect...

The darkness grew every nearer, and while Titus had no real concept of what 'darkness' or 'light' was in the context of the force, he could still feel the overwhelming sense of hunger and nefarious intent growing closer and closer. There wasn't much else for him to do but wait, although he did...

Titus rushed to close the distance as hastily as possible, with several scenarios running through his mind as he did so. His chief concern was to conserve as much energy as possible so as to remain serviceable once he made contact with the target. Little did the sniper know that security...

Things were quiet. Too quiet. While Titus was young, that didn't mean he wasn't well suited to the situation at hand - namely protecting the King. As often referred to, his training from his formative years included harnessing the force as a part of him by way of heightening his senses, his...

Rodia was an interesting place, at least to Titus. He had basically grown up sequestered in a laboratory, so really anything outside of that intrigued him to no end. What did not intrigue him, but rather altogether irritated the crap out of him, was the man he was asked to protect. The King of...

The needle punctured the skin of his scalp ever so slightly, and therein was when he felt the fluid slowly creep in. He remembered being frightened. He remembered being confused. But that was all he could remember. Except those eyes. Those cruel eyes that stared down at him with some form of...

His saber met the coated steel blade of his opponent, and it was then that Titus felt a mild push from the other whom he had just pushed himself. He felt his body push back ever so slightly, and with his weight shifting Titus took advantage by jumping slightly and allowing a small distance to...