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Davin Skirata

Davin Skirata

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

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.

 

 


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.