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Davin Skirata

Davin Skirata

Member Since 16 Dec 2013
Offline Last Active Feb 16 2018 07:25 PM

In Topic: You've been Hit by, You've been Struck by...

13 February 2018 - 04:22 PM

The warrior didn't even flinch when he started his attack. His reflexes were faster than he anticipated however and he was forced to interrupt the attack and brought the saber down hard across the shotgun, cleaving it mid shot. The barrel erupted sending Davin back a few feet, shrapnel caught between the wide spaces in his armor in his tunic. He could feel the durasteel, still hot, burning away at his arms and legs. 


His weapon deactivated as he quickly assessed the damage to himself. The adrenaline kept most of the heat focused in his arms, but he could tell from the growing red splotches on his pants that he was bleeding there too. Talia's voice over the radio reminded him of why he was here. He didn't have time for Vilaz. His eyes fell on the Mandalorian, still obscured from the smoke of the gun's demise. 


"Out of my way Munin!" If he wanted he could have tossed the man across the room, but he wouldn't let the Force be the one who won this. 

In Topic: Don't Poke the Mynock Nest

13 February 2018 - 03:35 PM

Hard and loud or quiet resolution? Did she even need to ask? Some judges preferred to not make a scene, keep their identities not necessarily a secret, but keep themselves on a low profile. But sometimes, groups were just so heinous that they needed fear to keep them from the shadowports and stations. Today, a heavier hand was needed. 


Plus, he was Mando'ade. It was time to crack some skulls.


He didn't even respond, he just walked forward, his hand outstretched. The old, rusted doors wouldn't hold, even with a chain holding them in place. A concussive wave blew the doors from its hinges as the Force rammed into it, sending it clear across the warehouse. It wasn't just people they were trafficking.Red Sand, packed in body bags. Sentients from a dozen different races were clad in white cleansuits, as unconscious or dead bodies laid bare on tables. 


They were stuffing them to transport the drug. The corner of his mouth twitched in anger as they all looked at the broken door in surprise. He didn't give them a chance to figure out what was happening. His double barreled blaster carbine found the closest being and erupted, its scattershot energy bolts planting themselves in its chest, sending it flying over the table it was working over.


"Don't just stand there! Kill them!!"


From the rafters and on the work floor thugs with cheap spacer's leather armor and illegally modified blasters trained their blasters on them. Davin's free hand fell on his lightsaber, the red blade erupted to life with a distorted snap-hiss. Blaster bolts flew at them from every direction. 


Back at the bar this odd partnership started they began playing a higher tempo song. 


Runi Verin

In Topic: You've been Hit by, You've been Struck by...

09 February 2018 - 06:26 PM

Enemies: Vilaz Munin Silas Mantis 

Allies: Rebels


He tried his best not to kill the men and women here. They weren't his enemy, as much as he struggled to keep the image of Dorn Skirata from taking their place. He tried to keep the rage down, disarming and sending Mandos into one another. It was a difficult way to fight, but they weren't going to be in the way of finding his brother.


And then he saw Vilaz.


Blood thirsty Vilaz.


And he lost his composure. Behind his helmet his lips curled into a snarl. He took a running start and tapped into the Force to send him flying across the hangar, landing before Vilaz, sending a controlled current of the Force, knocking the distractions away leaving Vilaz and Davin. The distorted red blade came up to meet his head.



In Topic: Ines Bralor

07 February 2018 - 12:19 AM


In Topic: You've been Hit by, You've been Struck by...

06 February 2018 - 10:08 PM



He knew his brother had built this place, ironic that it now kept him hidden from the Galaxy. Thanks to the work of the coward Zeke, he finally found hope that he wasn't alone anymore. His brother was still alive, after all this time the scoundrel Dorn had been lying this whole time just to take power. It made him sick to think such a man was now leading his clan, his vode. He took a breath. He knew that he would be without the Force here, but that didn't stop him from reaching for his lightsaber first. 


The minute the cargo doors fell he was on them. He didn't care if his brother had vetted these men and trusted these men, they worked for Dorn now, and by extension they were all his enemy. Nothing would stand between Davin and rescuing his brother. His lightsaber erupted in an unstable snap-hiss, its red blade danced through the poorer Mandalorians who couldn't afford beskar, others shied away from the wavering red blade by instinct, scarring their beskar'gam with hot streaks of superheated metal, their knee jerk reaction sending them to their arses.


In Valyr he could still feel the touch of the Force, but the further he extended himself beyond the docks, the more he knew something was wrong. He knew how to look for Ysalimir, and where the lizards were would be where Gil was if Zeke's data could be trusted. 


Talia Fett Silas Mantis Laira Darkhold Sav Elko