Lex-The-Bear

The Enemy Of My Enemy Kill. Fear surrounded him. His horned helm turned slowly to regard the human commander in front of him. Despite their size difference, the heavily armoured human stared at him with undisguised hatred and distrust. Mailed fists were planted on plated hips, high shoulder armour threatening to dwarf his bearded face. Destroy. "I don't trust you," said the human. "I don't even want you here. If I had my way, I'd have you executed on the spot." The taller figure straightened slightly. His size and his hoofed feet were the only clues to his species – a draenei, one of the alien species that had crash-landed on Azero

Alone "Identify." Kraft froze, the beam from her torch wavering slightly in her grip in the dim light from the emergency strips on the walls. She'd spent half an hour wandering around looking lost before noticing coloured lines on the walls. One line had ended at a mess hall, with long tables, hundreds of chairs and blank screens lining the walls, and shutters cutting off one end of the hall. She retraced her steps and followed another line, which had led her to this intersection and the voice which had made her stop in shock. "Identify or I will open fire." The voice was deep, flat and metallic, obviously synthetic and not from a set of

Dreams A vast battlefield stretched for as far as the eye could see. From a small hill, a tall figure watched as heavily armoured humanoid warriors attacked a fortified city at the base of a mountain. He literally glowed with power, ornate armour plates inlaid with intricate designs which gave off an eerie green light. Below him, surrounding the walls of the city, legions of warriors butchered each other in a frenzy. The air rang with battle-cries, screams of the wounded, the ring of metal-on-metal, and one could almost taste the blood in the gusting winds around the open plains. Massive siege engines hurled destruction at the walls, spla

Question Time His arms were cuffed behind his back, with the chains passed through the columns on the back of the chair he was seated on. His dark skin was marred by a heavy bruise on his cheek, a thin trickle of blood drawing a line down his chin from a corner of his mouth, and his hair had a light dusting of grey. That and his leathery, beaten skin were his only concessions to age. Despite his head being bowed, staring at his heavy booted feet, his back was ramrod straight, an obvious military background that no amount of trying could completely erase. He was also in full Mandalorian armour, missing only his helmet, gauntlets and obvious

Twenty-One Our arrival back at Coruscant was a somber affair. With our numbers reduced by the adventures on board the Indomitable and the previous siege, the troopers that were expected failed to materialize, and all explanations fell on deaf ears. Due to his command role during the boarding action, Noa Arkaan was dismissed forthwith from the employment of the Grand Army of the Republic, as was the Wookiee known as Orikih. Harl Raven was also given a posthumous discharge, and his out-standing wages were with-held, much to the anger of Arkaan and Orikih. As for myself, being an accessory and major player in the events leading to 'the unneces

Twenty A black tide of beasts poured from the entranceways, some running across the walls and ceiling, others pounding on all fours towards the defenders. The air was filled with blasts from DC15s and the ozone stink of blaster discharge. Arkaan, Marcla and Shane kept their heads down, Marcla and Arkaan crawling as fast as they could towards the barricades whilst Shane lay on his back, a pistol in each hand and blasted away with both, alternating shots with each hand, scoring dozens of hits before the power packs ran dry. Several objects flew overhead, and the ARC curled himself into a ball automatically. The grenades went off in a staccat

Nineteen The group hurried along the corridors, Arkaan supporting Marcla, whilst Upchuck did the same with Hoday, though under protest. Jaig and the other troopers surrounded them, with Jaig himself taking point. The sergeant did his best to keep their pace quick, but not too quick for the two Jedi, since both were still feeling the effects of whatever it was had affected them. Unbeknownst to the others, Arkaan was having a raging argument inside his helmet with the woman running beside him that none of the others could see. "Was this why you had me take him in?" he raged. "Just so he could kill himself saving the rest of us?" "You think