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Sarge Potteiger

Sarge Potteiger

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#1918053 This ship don't stop there anymore. [Sarge]

Posted by Sarge Potteiger on 24 February 2019 - 09:05 PM

The smile that ghosted over his face last no longer than the flicker of a candle. "Yes, a pair." He remarks dryly, "And I do have a dog - a Renan Bloodwolf that I got off Danger Arceneau." He actually smiled at that. She was a good girl, though she'd become more of a town dog than a home-dog. That would have been the wolf genes in her, he assumed. 

"More of a wall than a fence, though. Lake Country isn't really made for fences."




#1918022 Eye of the Storm

Posted by Sarge Potteiger on 24 February 2019 - 07:24 PM

He couldn't sense. It was part of his 'condition.' But he didn't need to sense to know how anyone with the ability to use the Force would react to his presence - so often, it became a crutch. You could touch someone's mind, and read who they were, and how they felt. She was, if not now, then soon, going to touch his mind. He also knew how that would turn out. It was, in many ways, different for everyone, but the end result was the same: questions. So many questions. How? Why? And, perhaps more importantly, what. "Ashin and I are... perhaps more similar than we would ever care to admit." That same, tight lipped smile returned, if only for a brief moment. 

"I have not. Last I heard from her, she was an old woman, and I stopped to help her catch her breath on a snowy eve."

Whatever the hell that meant.

"But I don't hear from too many, unless they want something." He gestured vaguely to the workstation she'd just vacated. "I was trying not to interrupt." As if that explained his silence. Not that she'd know his habit of always being silent. His void black eyes never quite showed where he was looking, but much like when looking at lenses, you could just get a sense for when they were directed at you, and for now, they were on the workstation.

Then, he shook his head, and they were back on her. "If you do happen upon her, tell her I said hello."




#1901197 Eye of the Storm

Posted by Sarge Potteiger on 13 January 2019 - 02:08 PM

"I'm not." He replies, her anxiety foremost in his mind, especially when he was confirming he wasn't making a mistake. Ayden had always dealt in secrets, and he'd passed his love for them onto his assassin, who in turn became a head of state, prison warder, and then, information broker. Not that anyone was aware he worked as one. He was probably known by more titles than he'd ever be able to remember, and that was fine by him. It wasn't the prestige that concerned him, merely the power. Power that had seen him make friends like Ashin Varanin, though he'd argue it was his winning personality.

A winning personality, and the ability to out-draw anyone else in the galaxy. Semantics, really.

"Sarge." He replies simply, and the only person comfortable enough to say it like it was a name and not a title was the former Lord Protector. It was hit or miss on being recognized, but even if she didn't, he wasn't going to elaborate further. He didn't like to elaborate. "And if that's what you're going by now, I'll add it to your dossier."

Blissfully unaware that she was reaching out in the Force, she would find... nothing. It was as though his mind didn't exist. Nothing was there, save a void as black as his eyes. He'd been told, once, that it was a swirling, cloudy orb of 'wrongness' where his thoughts should be. It kept him from looking out, but it also kept them from looking in. He was a fortress with no gates.

"Don't worry, it's safe with me. Anyone that Ashin is willing to lend a hand to is a friend to me. I trust her more than anyone else in this galaxy." He smiled, but it wasn't kind. Ashin held fond memories for him, but that didn't mean he liked talking to former prisoners. Especially not former prisoners who'd been murdered... presumably.




#1896016 Eye of the Storm

Posted by Sarge Potteiger on 30 December 2018 - 10:02 PM

He'd come in on a woman quite engrossed in her work. He didn't bother her - she was clearly engrossed in something. As something of a hermit himself, he knew better than to interrupt such a train of thought. Whatever she was thinking of, or working on, it was important. There was a certain hunch to the shoulders that matched the downward furrow of an attentive brow; you couldn't miss it. It was the tension in her frame, though, that sold him. He hadn't even needed to look at her face.

It was obvious, at least to him.

And so he'd gone to a nearby seat, pulling up training simulations. Each was run over the holo before him, the sound off, and he watched as squad after squad attempted to surmount - from low ground to high - a tiered defense in depth. The point wasn't to win; you wouldn't. The point was just in seeing how they tackled the obstacles before them while also teaching them that sometimes you weren't going to win. Some enemies, some battles, would just outlast you.

Sometimes, the only way to win, was to fight another day.

They would have been told that during debrief, but when he went to reach for a communicator in his pocket, the chair creaked, and just like that, he was noticed. Turning in his chair, enough to look at her sideways, he smiled tightly. He knew her - he'd freed her, actually. And she should be dead.

His hand rose, brushing over a carefully trimmed beard of grey-flecked brown. His hair was carefully parted and combed over, but likewise showed the stress of age. His chosen attire added to the air of a still-young professor, his turtleneck and slacks carefully maintained.

But there was no missing the shrapnel wounds that turned his right cheek into a moonscape, nor the void black eyes of his that glimmered like the spiral arms of their galaxy. His veins, thankfully, she couldn't see. His neck was a river delta in black, as seen from above. "My apologies," he replies calmly, "I thought you'd died."




#1870020 Please Congratulate Our New RPJs

Posted by Sarge Potteiger on 10 October 2018 - 03:02 AM

Disgusting.




#1868355 Please Congratulate Our October MOTM

Posted by Sarge Potteiger on 05 October 2018 - 07:14 PM

Irajah Ven

 

Man, they really fooled you. I already cleaned out my office.




#1868340 Please Congratulate Our October MOTM

Posted by Sarge Potteiger on 05 October 2018 - 06:13 PM

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#1866252 Yarva, our RPJ Administrator, has resigned.

Posted by Sarge Potteiger on 29 September 2018 - 03:21 PM

Thurion Heavenshield I told them I was joining you in the Staff Afterlife.




#1809440 This ship don't stop there anymore. [Sarge]

Posted by Sarge Potteiger on 16 June 2018 - 08:43 PM

He snorted, tilting his head forward in greeting with a wide grin splitting his face and showing the caps of his teeth. "I can put it on, if you'd like." He says, amusement glimmering in the midnight pools of his eyes. "Although I believe it's only a two foot difference. I don't think I'd get anywhere if I were twelve feet tall."




#1809426 This ship don't stop there anymore. [Sarge]

Posted by Sarge Potteiger on 16 June 2018 - 08:12 PM

Given the state of her previous bird, Sarge figured out what she meant the moment he read it. At the very least, it would be a more reliable means of transport than flying around in a space bucket. With his hands in his pockets, he walks into the docking bay, a small, barely noticeable smile on his face. In some ways, he was thoroughly pleased to find her in a clean uniform and sporting a slightly tidier appearance. Between the new ship and new arm, she almost looked like a whole new person.

Almost.

If you could forget the fact she always looked like an aging mercenary. 

 

"New bird for an old bird?" Despite the fact he looked like a young professor, he still had the rough humor that was the trademark of the gunslinging class.




#1808106 This ship don't stop there anymore. [Sarge]

Posted by Sarge Potteiger on 14 June 2018 - 03:08 PM

Cardea had moved in the meantime, but he got there with plenty of time to spare before she did. He wasn't sure the place had a bar, but if she was bringing the booze herself, he wouldn't look a booze-horse in the liquor-mouth. So he sent a message back.

>I'm ready when you are. 




#1799506 ATTN: Restructuring

Posted by Sarge Potteiger on 02 June 2018 - 08:43 PM

Just what was she up to?

 

Frowning deeply, he sighed, reaching up to brush his fingers over his forehead, suddenly feeling every line etched into his skin. Turning to the communicator, he frowned further still, and finally gave in. They would have to do this 'face to face.'

 

He called her. A holocall, precisely. He stood before it, hands clasped in the small of his back, and waited to see if she'd answer.

 

For once, he was actually nervous about a call. How novel a feeling.




#1795700 I smell cookies

Posted by Sarge Potteiger on 28 May 2018 - 03:11 PM

no cookies here




#1794322 This ship don't stop there anymore. [Sarge]

Posted by Sarge Potteiger on 26 May 2018 - 02:04 PM

He allowed himself a moment's arrogance with his answer, though he knew if she could read minds, she would tell him he had a lifetime of arrogance on his hands. "That would seem to be true." He remarks carefully, in an almost brotherly tone, "I am proof of that." His helmet made sure she couldn't see any expression beneath, and he was thankful for that. He wasn't entirely sure what message his face would have given, had she been able to see it.

 

Those glowing eye-lenses regarded her with a few moments quiet before he gestured to her other side, where the droids had disappeared from. Reerak, and his mangy fringe of carrot hair, regarded her with a wolfish grin. "Two days." He said it like 'eternity.'

"Once I am sure the new interface and limb have taken, we'll set you free."




#1793785 ATTN: Restructuring

Posted by Sarge Potteiger on 25 May 2018 - 04:49 PM

He laughed. Force help him he actually laughed.

 

The audacity of asking him to clean up pirate activity could only come from someone with 'kark you' amounts of credits. Danger, most certainly, had 'kark you' credits.

 

Taking a steadying breath, the reply came much quicker to Danger Arceneau's desk.

 

>Lord Inquisitor. Are you sure we're what you want to take care of... pirates? You'd be using a hammer to swat a fly.