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As the table split into two, Crom was nowhere to be seen; at least that's how things would have gone had Nihlus' eyes worked like most of the other sentient species of the galaxy. Though his body was already in motion and he couldn't do much to correct himself, he watched as the fighter...

For once, it was not Nihlus who made the first move towards conflict. He was annoyed, he was angry, and he needed release sure, but he had not drawn his weapon. Instead, it was this other Dark Jedi, drawing not a lightsaber but a vibrosword. in all honesty, this newcomer hadn't angered him...

The figure of another glided into his vision down the alley way, going unnoticed in Nihlus' rage until the figure spoke. The soothing voice of a female drifted to his ears and caught his attention, pulling it away from the lizard before him long enough for the thug to regain his footing and run...

Crom was an excellent fighter, that much was certain. Every opening Nihlus tried to create was quickly twisted, putting Crom in the pilot's seat again. The spin from Nihlus' parry had actually become the thing that saved him from the saber strike coming his way. This was a man who knew how to...

"Good doing business with you." The Trandoshan offered as a form of goodbye, turning and placing his hands in his pockets as he began to walk away. Though Nihlus' vestigial eyes did not work, that did not mean he was blind. Far from it in fact, as he saw more than most could. One single glance...

It would seem that Mikk was much more concerned with his own civilization than anything else. That much was a tiny bit of a let-down as he didn't seem to take the bait Nihlus had tossed out. It would have been nice to befriend an archaeologist that could help him unearth ancient secrets of the...

Where the Force once trickled through the opposing fighter, it now flowed like a raging river. It would seem that Crom had been holding back, masking his true potential. It was a trick Nihlus knew as well, one he had been taught in the event that he had to hunt and kill a Jedi or another Exile...

Nihlus' heart skipped a beat as he felt his foot continue to soar through the air where he expected to feel impact and resistance. His attacker had evaded the blow with impressive reflexes to be able to react so consciously after that slam against the wall. Missing that kick meant two things; he...

The tornado of light that was Nihlus whirled its way down to the ground behind Krossis, had the Exile not spun as well. At the exact moment his feet would touch the ground, his new master extended his free hand with a thrust. A powerful shockwave of Force energy swept through the hangar, kicking...

As the first drink was polished off, a second was ordered and immediately Nihlus began its consumption. He had to admit, the Chiss had good taste. It was better than the piss he was drinking before. Though as Mikk explained the things his species was able to perceive, the Miraluka's heart...

In most any other situation, the second attacker would have been noticed well before he stepped anywhere near Nihlus. But in his blind and insatiable rage, his senses had narrowed to a tunnel, hardly even seeing the man he sat atop. It was only at the very last second that the Miraluka felt...

Blow after blow was thrown and it wasn't long before this exchange became a one way transaction. The pudgy man took another blow to the face and stumbled back, falling to the floor. Before he could even test to see if he had the strength to stand up, Nihlus was atop him, raining down blow after...

The Chiss was - for lack of a better term - intrusive. Each answer Nihlus provided opened up a new question or two. On just about any other day, this likely would have annoyed the Dark Jedi. But with his freedom still fresh in his mind, there was something liberating and enticing about it...

This new freedom Nihlus had been granted was... strange. Krossis - as he had introduced himself - seemed much more pleasant than his previous captors, but he began to wonder just how free he truly was. Though he hadn't explored the galaxy much, he understood that the Jedi and similar individuals...

Mikk's curiosity would lead down a line of questioning that would eventually reveal that Nihlus was a Jedi Exile, provided he kept asking the right questions. In honesty, he didn't mind too much. He wasn't about to go around projecting that fact to everyone, but the Exiles didn't often encounter...

Rinn. This damned forsaken ice ball they call a planet. Why anyone would live here was beyond comprehension. When the natural environment is so cold that you require artificial means to warm up an area just enough to even sustain life at all, why bother? Why not move elsewhere? The galaxy was a...

The Miraluka's eyes opened up after an extended period of deep sleep, but they didn't need to for him to observe his surroundings. He had stepped onto this ship of his own free will but still, the change of scenery had been forgotten in his rest and it was very jarring to awaken in a strange...

As the Chiss spoke and looked about the area, there was almost no need to probe his mind for any information. His actions, his tone, his expression - all of it made everything clear as day. This man was peculiar but not because he had some hidden agenda here. It was because he was... just here...

Despite his "eyes" seeing everywhere at once, his attention was still more focused and the Chiss went unnoticed until he plopped himself down next to Nihlus. His face remained facing the bartop in front of him, attempting to pay the blue skinned alien no mind. Some people just didn't understand...

This bar stunk, and not in the way a bar usually did. It wasn't the alcohol and food spilled all over the floor. It wasn't the mud and shit stuck to the bottom of everyone's shoes. It wasn't the musty air of this foreign planet. It was the people. While one might argue that this individual bar...