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It took just a moment for Chris to determine his next move, taking in his surroundings and situation in one snapshot. The cowering puppies, his memories with Cregan, the long war he had been through, his pain, his hopes, his ideals, and his fatigue. From a logical standpoint, there were many...

Despite being a Droid, Chris could still feel like an organic could. The feeling of pressure on his foot, coming from nowhere, let him know that Cregan was trying another use of the Force to affect him. His foot was pinned, but with his exact control over his body, he was able to redirect his...

Chris kept on typing, hoping that the other two could handle the remaining threat. Allard had taken down half without much problem, yet now a fourth was trying to kill him by strangling him with what working parts it had left. Kal was able to take out the other droids, though the droid...

Chris had learned many things during his studies of the Jedi and Exiles, all valuable information from his father. One was about how the power Force Lightning worked, in that it was a targeted thing and that a lightsaber could block it. His quick mind was able to calculate where the lightning...

"My father was a Jedi, this was my inheritance. That's the quick story, anyway. Come on, we probably don't have much time." Stepping up to the computer station, Chris' fingers started flying over the console as he worked. Despite having gotten some information about the system from a friend, it...

Well, looks like he didn't need to pull the trigger after all. He was done here, anyway. He had an appointment on Hoth he had to make, his kids on his home planet waiting. He stood up and left, leaving a small pile of credits on the table to cover the trouble of the corpse. /Exit thread

It was the eyes. That yellow change, just like how his father had described in his own memoir, just like how Alais' eyes always seemed to look now. How much longer until the pale skin and black veins appeared? The seeming effect of rotting away while still alive, as if the Dark Side stole as...

Chris had followed the guidance of the people in the camp, using the map on the datapad and tracking the wolves as best as he could. He couldn't feel the cold, instead he actually felt rather warm. He was saving innocent lives, taking them from a life of certain death and allowing them to live...

It was nice to see Herrith and Eice here, the two having become friends after all the time he'd been around the galaxy. The datacard in his palm, hidden from the view of others, he shook Allard's extended hand. He could feel the card leave his hand and enter his friend's grasp, an incredibly...

Oh, good. A problem that Chris had a simple solution for. Taking out his lightsaber, he turned the silver blade on and made them a way through to where they needed to go. He was using this thing more and more as a tool, rather than a weapon, but that was perfectly fine for him. In his mind, it...

Chris, dressed in his usual combat attire as well due to the chaos of the times, ordered his own drink and sat down. He was starting to get tired of all this, so when Allard had requested just information and not to come along, that sounded just fine to him. As for what exactly the man was...

Chris took the blade, spinning it around in his hand as he got a feel for it's balance and weight. He understood what the man meant with his request, something he could easily oblige. "You have my word that I'll make sure anything slain is honored in your way. Meat, pelt, I'll bring it back so...

They managed to get inside, though now they had to worry about the panel being secured for the jump to hyperdrive. Grabbing his lightsaber, which he kept in a pocket of the oversuit, he ignited the silver blade after getting the panel back in place. He had to work quick, using the blade to seal...

Turning away for a moment, Chris took the lightsaber from the hidden place on his arm, so the other two couldn't see it, and held it in his hands as he pondered her words. While stubborn, she wasn't overly so, which was an acceptable thing for him. She seemed empathetic to a degree as well...

Interesting. The last Deucalian that Chris had met had been more...respectful. He could tell by her tone and body language that she didn't take him seriously. It was a sentiment he hadn't had to come across recently, one he had been apologetic for once. No, there was no need to be, anymore. He'd...

This was going to take some careful timing. Chris took one of his concussion grenades and started the timer, his thought being to create a small disturbance in the engines to cause their systems to go into a failsafe pause of the hyperdrive jump. When his mental countdown ended he let the...

Despite working on creating his mercenary group, Chris was always on hand to help his friends in the FTG with whatever they wanted. That they were hijacking a Blackrow Hyperlogistics ship was just some icing on the cake in this case. When Henric Antilles had offered to join his merc band, the...

This planet goes far deeper, and the machines make the area breathable. However, I wouldn't advise it. There are tales of horrors the like not even seen in the outer rim deep beneath these levels. I'm not sure if they are true, but I've no reason to find out for sure." Chris walked up to the...

"I know game is scarce in this area recently, and I also know that the local Varlwulf pack has just had some new cubs." Chris wasn't going to mince words. A silver tongue would only infuriate this kind of person. He had to be direct, something that was actually refreshing. With other game low...

He DID have some takers on the offer. A Massassi, whom he had heard about during his time with the Cartel and working with the Sith, a Mirialan who looked pretty rugged, and a badass human. Different races, none of them wanting to kill each other right from the outset. There was potential here...