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Davin Skirata

Davin Skirata

Member Since 16 Dec 2013
Offline Last Active May 17 2018 10:44 AM

#1776747 Pretty stuff...Can I has it? (ORC/TSE skirmish)

Posted by Davin Skirata on 28 April 2018 - 06:19 PM

*Sometime Before the Heist*


<I really think that Kylo Ren mask fits you, and it still somehow makes you look like a Mando!>


<Yeah, if Mandos were weird Dark Siders with a penchant for the letter t. Personally, I like the Omni mask orrrr maybe,> Davin reached into the bin and pulled out a cyborg mask with the label "Darth Apparatus" Davin smirked at his older brother. <Didn't you give this guy a kiss?>


Gil grimaced, <Aye,> he smacked Davin in the face with a wad of wrapped masks, <Just like that, except with beskar. It was a Keldabe Kiss boy.>




Allies: Vaudin Miir @Gib @Jorus Merrill Joza Perl

Enemies: Joycelyn Zambrano 

Disguise: Darth Apparatus


A distorted snap hiss filled the air as the makeshift, probably incredibly unstable, Mandalorian lightsaber caught the Sith Sword before it could meet its intended mark. He was fairly certain in the super informal briefing his brother had given him that this mission was to steal Kolto...He grunted from behind his thick mask of a lesser known bionic Sith Lord. He looked up at the woman with glitter in her hair and the Sith Sword before he reached up to his own chin and pressed what looked like a servo but was actually a button.


Apparently his mask had a hidden feature. A voice modulator spewed out a phrase in garbled basic.


"Y҉ou ҉pr͞o̶lo҉n͟g̴ th̢e ̧i͘n̕ev̡i͡ta͜b́le̶,

#1773570 Taeli Raaf

Posted by Davin Skirata on 22 April 2018 - 10:25 PM


#1764180 Sortz

Posted by Davin Skirata on 06 April 2018 - 10:17 PM

*eyes the competition*


Djonas Vile Lorraei 


Back up boys

#1764164 Sortz

Posted by Davin Skirata on 06 April 2018 - 10:03 PM


#1764081 Counting Electric Hutts

Posted by Davin Skirata on 06 April 2018 - 08:39 PM

"...and his info is usually good." Gil's voice droned on and on over the voice only com.


"What do you mean usually?" 


"Well, he doesn't like Mandalorians much, but he hates Hutts even more, so you should be fine. Just...watch your back."


With a grunt more characteristic of his older brother than himself he gave his brother a send off in Mando'a and shut off the com. How his older brother ever worked with a man that hated Mando'ade he had no idea. Wasn't that counterproductive? He shook his head and sighed in exasperation and flipped a few switches to prepare for his drop from hyperspace. Zip's ears perked up from the copilot's chair as the scattered starlight began to shift in shape again.


They dropped over Terminus, a backwater trade world where two prominent hyperlanes crossed bringing in goods from the deep core into the unknown regions and Wild Space. It was also where Kruva the Hutt was hiding from the Black Sun. Both groups had taken a shot at playing the game of major government and failed, but their remnants were still incredibly powerful in the underworld and still held considerable pull. The two factions were at each other's throats and it just so happened that one of Gil's old contacts had managed to track the Hutt to this world. 


The Black Sun was putting down some hefty credits for the Hutt alive. A bargaining chip or something for the Black Sun. 


One Daro Tarsi had forged his docking permits and was supposed to meet him at one of the hundreds of starports that dotted the planet's surface. When asked he gave his credentials which, surprisingly, checked out. He landed without much issue and walked down the loading ramp to who he hoped was Tarsi. Zip followed close at his side. He wore a lose brown tunic underneath a green, dented and scratched chestplate of beskar'gam and spacer's pants. A crude lightsaber dangled at his waist, hidden by the cloak he wore. A T-shaped visor sat on his head, several dozen kill scratches etched into its side.



#1758403 Aves Wren

Posted by Davin Skirata on 27 March 2018 - 08:36 PM

Strider Garon

Better than your leathery ass


Aves Wren

That trick only works when you know what you're doing :P

#1758369 Aves Wren

Posted by Davin Skirata on 27 March 2018 - 07:48 PM

*sniffs a Mando FU*


Aves Wren

#1756092 Eryn Malora-Connors

Posted by Davin Skirata on 24 March 2018 - 04:15 PM

so...the trail gets a little warmer again



#1741539 Don't Poke the Mynock Nest

Posted by Davin Skirata on 01 March 2018 - 12:14 AM

"Right," he managed to blurt out as his attention shifted to the onslaught of blaster bolts headed his way. His blade danced this way and that, a red ark that lit up the dingy warehouse. Blasterbolts flew wildly from his jig scouring the walls and landing in the chests of a few unlucky gangsters. He sucked his teeth and grimaced behind his helmet as a blaster bolt hit him in his shoulder. He ignored the searing pain as best he could, gritting his teeth. He shouted angrily and thrust his hands forward sending a shockwave through the warehouse causing some of the light fixtures to shake or with crashes to the ground. 


"Enough." He flipped a switch and his lightsaber extended into a lightsaber pike. With form that would make most athletes green with envy he pulled his arm back and threw his weapon like a spear into the rafters, narrowly missing Runi but cutting down the Twi'lek behind her who was ready to strike. With an open hand he called the lightsaber pike back to his hand. It returned in time to deflect another volley of blaster fire. Another bolt hit him square in the chest, knocking him on his arse. The bolt smoldered and darkened the beskar where it landed but Davin was fine. 


He sighed, still lying on the ground.


Why were there so many.


Runi Verin 

#1732012 You've been Hit by, You've been Struck by...

Posted by Davin Skirata on 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. 

#1731984 Don't Poke the Mynock Nest

Posted by Davin Skirata on 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

#1729326 You've been Hit by, You've been Struck by...

Posted by Davin Skirata on 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.



#1727511 Ines Bralor

Posted by Davin Skirata on 07 February 2018 - 12:19 AM


#1727413 You've been Hit by, You've been Struck by...

Posted by Davin Skirata on 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

#1721687 To Cage a Shifter

Posted by Davin Skirata on 31 January 2018 - 09:30 AM

"He needed to be on that battlefield," he shot back, ignoring her question. He didn't feel like shouting that he was the one asking the questions, his omission of an answer would get that point across. "Unless by where he needed to be you meant in the bed of some Sith Lord on Bastion, browning his nose with Sith poodoo." He shook his head and leaned on the cage. 


"The Sith can never be trusted," he muttered, just loud enough for her to hear. 


Malika Mantis