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Davin Skirata

Davin Skirata

Member Since 16 Dec 2013
Offline Last Active Feb 16 2018 07:25 PM
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To Cage a Shifter

26 January 2018 - 05:52 PM

The low hum of the Mandalorian light freighter as it barreled through hyperspace filled his eardrums as he watched from the opposite end of a Force Cage that kept the Mandalorian shifter and the medical droid tending to her locked away.

 

She was dangerous, he wondered if she could just morph into something huge fast enough to break out of the Force Cage before the energy field cooked her alive. The battle of Utapau was still fresh in both their minds. She had lost a lot of blood so it wasn't difficult to pull her into the large Force Cage. He usually used it for large beasts and big sentients like Wookies or Mandillan Giants.

 

For now it would serve as her cage and her med bay.


Don't Poke the Mynock Nest

29 December 2017 - 12:28 PM

Slavers. The scum of the Galaxy. The Outer Rim was full of them and they seemed to think that out here they were safe. With Judges roaming the space lanes though it was more likely that the Slavers would leave the Outer Rim with a few new holes in their face rather than an underage Twi'lek girl. 

 

The Silken Asteroids had a lesser known shadowport frequented by these slavers and lowlifes. Pirates, human traffickers, organ harvesters and other Galactic filth drank and refueled here and so it was a great place to blend in. The Mynock flocks that nested here made it difficult for official action from local governments to be effective, but individuals could make it here without much issue. 

 

A tip from a contact in the Wardens of the Sky had brought him here to catch a particular group of slavers. 


Locke the Strill

18 December 2017 - 04:14 PM

OUT OF CHARACTER INFORMATION

PHYSICAL INFORMATION

  • Age: 300 
  • Species: Strill
  • Height: .5 meters
  • Length: .8 Meter
  • Weight: light enough to be carried without great strain by most Mandalorians.
  • Appearance: An aging strill in the last century or so of its life, Locke is of the hairless variety of strill, most commonly seen on Mandalore. Its whip-like tail was injured at some point in its life, reducing its length and ending it in an obvious stub. It also has one long scar that starts at its left eye and goes up its head and about midway down its back. 

SOCIAL INFORMATION

  • Name: Locke
  • Loyalties: Owner
  • Notable Possessions: None
  • Personality: Locke is an old warrior and is generally uninterested in most things outside of napping and meals. It enjoys to cuddle, though its repulsive smell may make that difficult. Its spent about half a century in a Mandalorian animal shelter waiting for a new owner so it has become a little warry of younger people and young Mandalorians. Despite that it is fiercely loyal and has more combat experience than most people around nowadays. 
  • Training: Locke was trained as a hunting Strill from birth and later as a combat scout animal during the Dark Times. It has spent the last two centuries as a lap-strill however.
  • Combat Function: Strills like to fight up close in personal with their incredibly sharp claws and teeth. They are also strong enough to drag and carry full grown humans and similarly weighted creatures even in flight. Knocking enemies off of their feet with a surprise air tackle and ripping their bodies to shreds is the go to strategy of Locke.

HISTORICAL INFORMATION

Locke was raised in a relatively large litter of six pups. Picked out by one Septim Namadi it served faithfully by the Basilisk rider's side for decades before the clan left the planet. After being abandoned it was picked up by the Mandalorian military and used in several wars as a scout animal and to deliver handwritten covert messages by the Ori'ramikade. For the last 200 years it has been serving as a lap strill passed between Mandalorian homes and eventually landing in a Mandalorian animal shelter before being picked up to be gifted by Davin Skirata.


Locke the Strill

18 December 2017 - 04:14 PM

OUT OF CHARACTER INFORMATION

PHYSICAL INFORMATION

  • Age: [300 
  • Species: Strill
  • Height: .5 meters
  • Length: .8 Meter
  • Weight: light enough to be carried without great strain by most Mandalorians.
  • Appearance: An aging strill in the last century or so of its life, Locke is of the hairless variety of strill, most commonly seen on Mandalore. Its whip-like tail was injured at some point in its life, reducing its length and ending it in an obvious stub. It also has one long scar that starts at its left eye and goes up its head and about midway down its back. 

SOCIAL INFORMATION

  • Name: Locke
  • Loyalties: Owner
  • Notable Possessions: None
  • Personality: Locke is an old warrior and is generally uninterested in most things outside of napping and meals. It enjoys to cuddle, though its repulsive smell may make that difficult. Its spent about half a century in a Mandalorian animal shelter waiting for a new owner so it has become a little warry of younger people and young Mandalorians. Despite that it is fiercely loyal and has more combat experience than most people around nowadays. 
  • Training: Locke was trained as a hunting Strill from birth and later as a combat scout animal during the Dark Times. It has spent the last two centuries as a lap-strill however.
  • Combat Function: Strills like to fight up close in personal with their incredibly sharp claws and teeth. They are also strong enough to drag and carry full grown humans and similarly weighted creatures even in flight. Knocking enemies off of their feet with a surprise air tackle and ripping their bodies to shreds is the go to strategy of Locke.

HISTORICAL INFORMATION

Locke was raised in a relatively large litter of six pups. Picked out by one Septim Namadi it served faithfully by the Basilisk rider's side for decades before the clan left the planet. After being abandoned it was picked up by the Mandalorian military and used in several wars as a scout animal and to deliver handwritten covert messages by the Ori'ramikade. For the last 200 years it has been serving as a lap strill passed between Mandalorian homes and eventually landing in a Mandalorian animal shelter before being picked up to be gifted by Davin Skirata.


Two Sides

18 September 2017 - 07:12 PM

Kesh

 

The wind screamed around him as he flew over the hilly plains that surrounded Tahv, the capitol of this continent. It had been some time since he had all but given up on finding the person who had plunged Mandalore into darkness. He had since been floating around with the Skirata Flotilla between the Outer Rim Coalition and the Galactic Alliance. He worked as a Judge, a kind of Force wielding law enforcer in the wild space that the ORC called home. Mostly he stopped small time pirates and mercenary companies from taking advantage of small settlements, but on occasion he killed monsters the likes he didn't know existed. 

 

Today he was here on Kesh to kill such a monster. It had started its rampage and stopped just as suddenly, its wrath nearly destroying an entire planet. Davin had given up after the Rekali clan deciphered what he had been feeling in the Force. He was on a hunt for blood and his recklessness led him down a dark path. But now, after so long hearing nothing he heard a whisper. Force sensitive, Mandalorian....He needed to find out for himself if this monster was one of his imagination or if such a beast truly existed. 

 

He had tracked it down to the hills of Kesh. The locals said a hermit had taken up residence in the hills and so here he was, flying an Uvak.

 

"Down."

 

With a push from the Force the beast understood and made its way down to a small cave. Various bits of tech littered the floor, a smoldering fire pit and enough space for a speeder told him someone lived here. He took a knee near the fire and laid a hand on the embers. His glove protected his hand from harm and allowed for him to dive deep into the Force. His Psychometry was unusually strong, even for a Kiffar...But it seemed like whoever was here didn't want to be found. The vision he gained was murky, the person's face and most of their body was blurred or blacked out. There was another person and even though he couldn't make out what they were saying he recognized the style of armor and the color made through just enough for a spark of realization and hurt to shoot through him.

 

"Verz?" He whispered as he came out of the vision. 

 

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