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This guy definitely looked like he woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Being only a mere 10 meters away from his opponent, Vosrik began planning his attack. Walking forward to close the distance by about half, Vosrik continued drawing the power of the Force within himself but not releasing it...

Vosrik stood resolute across from his opponent. How he arrived here today was irrelevant — but he had one goal, and that was to destroy any who wished harm upon himself or any who served the Light. Igniting his emerald green lightsaber in his right hand, he held it defensively at chest-level and...

"YES!" Vosrik shouted, shooting a fist into the air and nearly jumping off his seat at the bar. His bet had certainly paid out with Eisley winning. It certainly seemed like she had some skills in more than just a kitchen like Moko suggested. He laughed at Jack's comment, taking another sip of...

Thankful for the help in keeping the bookcase from slamming onto the two, Vosrik kneeled to Wyck's side, beginning to sift through some of the books that had toppled over. Seeing the Consular find his lightsaber reminded Vosrik to look for his own — which he did after brushing aside some layers...

"Another? ...Oh, I'm really quite fine with this for now, thank you," Vosrik replied upon being offered another drink. He really quite enjoyed all these free drinks being handed around, though. Vosrik's attention was drawn back to the holoscreens as something else interesting happened in one of...

"A toast on the house?" Vosrik noted to himself. "What a treat!" He'd shown up rather late to the entertainment, though he'd just heard the announcement about the end of the first match. Dahlia won. An interesting outcome for sure — Vosrik would have put his money on the older, more experienced...

The Consular's reprove was gentle, but powerful for Vosrik. Immediately, it made him realize how much more he had to learn about the Force and the ways of the Jedi. Taking another deep breath and refocusing himself, Vosrik calmly received the black book and held it at his side. He could sense...

Such a dark shadow passed over Shiro's face when Vosrik snatched the tome. It was full of rage, hatred, spite — all emotions that should never cross the mind of a Jedi. Especially not of a Consular, where knowledge was literal power. Even after the mere moment of weakness in Shiro's composure...

Vosrik was nothing short of aghast. This man — why, the little deceitful prick — was just blowing off the entire situation. Think nothing of it? Think nothing of falling to the Dark Side? The anger and incredulity inside Vosrik was building to immense levels until he felt the calming aura of...

Thinking back on his experiences with Shiro, Vosrik couldn't recall the knowledge-bent Jedi ever actually using a lightsaber. He placed a hand on his own gleaming silver hilt, mentally preparing himself for combat but hoping Shiro would see reason. "Thank you, Wyck," Vosrik replied. "This means...

Even as the wise one began speaking, Vosrik could feel the unease and trepidation leaving his troubled mind. He listened carefully as Wyck recounted the times before the war, before the Exile's reign of terror began. As their sad tale was briefly retold, Vosrik became convinced that Shiro might...

Warmth filled Vosrik's heart as he heard the familiar and welcoming voice of Wyck. For a moment, he'd doubted whether the fellow Consular would actually have been here instead of abroad looking for valuable tomes to help rebuild. The door to his chambers slid open, and Vosrik entered with a wide...

theme Horror. Dismay. Guilt. Failure. These emotions swirled like a gushing river through Vosrik's head as he sat on a meditation cushion in his private quarters. While designed to be comfortable enough to become lost in your thoughts, they provided no ease for the troubled Jedi Knight here in...