As soon as he heard the name Beldorion, Corvus narrowed his eyes. Although it was only a hologram, he could sense that the Force was strong in this one!
Clad in robes, and bursting with muscles, this Hutt was a Legends survivor of Order 66, and a former Jedi! One of the few Hutts to be accepted by the Order, he had gone into exile decades ago. From what Corvus could recall, this slug should be the ruler of some world that drained one's mental capacity, making him slightly insane. ...
After eliminating Cad Bane, Corvus decided to forgo his plan of buying a speeder, and directly assumed control of the alien's ship. Thankfully, as a famed Bounty Hunter, Bane had the coordinates to Jabba's palace in his navicompiter. Taking flight, he set off for his destination.
It was a shame he had to eliminate such a high level target, but Bane was a resourceful man. Capable of feats much grander than any ordinary person could achieve, Corvus wouldn't feel at ease l...
Bane’s blaster shot cracked through the cantina with a high pitched whine. The ruby bolt lanced toward the back of Corvus’s head, striking his beskar helm with a sharp, ringing PING! A shower of sparks flared off the metallic surface, and dozens of patrons ran for cover as several other shots-meant to account for any dodging-went wide.
The concussive force of the powerful bolt pressed Corvus forward. Using this momentum to his advantage, he retaliated just as quickly as...
Piloting an invisible Millennium Falcon just outside Mos Espa, Corvus telekinetically pushed aside some sand, and then buried his ship. Familiar with the trope of ‘bad guys boarding the hero's ship while he's away’ he wasn't going to do something stupid like leave the Falcon parked in a space port or some garage.
Spamming [Force Push] several times had done the trick, and kicked up a minor duststorm, further occluding the area.
After seeing Hondo & his crew off, Corvus swept past Tatoo’ana Station, and hovered above Tatooine.
Reaching out his senses, he felt the tickling sensation of two separate, minor Force Nexus’. Darkness & Light intertwined, a steady balance emanated from this sandy world. Looping together like lace on a shoe, the Force here felt flexible, yet also tightly bound together. It was a sensation difficult to describe. Then there was the breath of life that man...
Corvus sat motionless, save for the slow, methodical flex of one gloved hand against the pazaak table. The dim light behind him cast his mask in the shadow. Across from him, Hondo Ohnaka lounged like an outlaw prince with his boot propped on top of a crate. Hat tipped drunkenly askew, his grin was so wide, so confident, that one would never guess that the Weequay had entered the game of his life.
Honestly, Corvus sort of admired the balls that this man had. He was well awar...
Within the cabin of the Ghtroc 720, a group of pirates were already celebrating at yet another easy haul. YT-1300 freighters were relatively common ships used for smuggling, and with that fat $100 million bounty posted by the Empire, it practically gave entrepreneurs like them free reign to stop and frisk any ship that so much as resembled the one mentioned in the report.
Beholding that brown orb of endless sand, Corvus could sense countless life forms suffering under the twin sun's heat. Although Tatooine couldn't compare in population to that of Eriadu-which itself was a megalopolis-there were at least a few million people scattered here and there, which would greatly aid his Path of the Jedi Quest.
[Path of the Jedi LI (51): Help the Innocent, Vulnerable, Pure, Just or Weak: 18,100,050/51,000,000. Reward: 2,100,000 EXP]
Three days had passed since Corvus had inadvertently fulfilled his promise to Boss Nass. Crosshair’s actions had been filmed, and were trending all across the holonet.
The death of a Senator in such a brutal manner had been a galvanizing action, one that had the Gungans up in arms. Even the Human population on Naboo-perennial artists obsessed with peace-were clamoring for war. As a planet full of rich cultural exports, many famous actors, influencers, and media types, the...
In the latest chapter, Nadd was revealed to be a ghost. One of you guys said you didn't care for that decision, and it doesn't really bother me either way personally. So I'll leave the decision in your hands. Keep in mind, lore-wise, Exar Kun did destroy his spirit.
The command room aboard the experimental Umbra class super carrier Cold Nova was bathed in the tumultuous emotions of the Darkside. At the central table, a holoprojector flickered with the afterimages of a failure Sev’rance Tann had replayed far too many times. Her blue skin was drawn taut with barely restrained fury, as she rewound the footage from last week's duel.
Crimson eyes narrowed as they beheld the object of her ire.
AN: The Bad Guys aren't the only ones doing things! Good Guys, rise up!
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It was a foggy day on Kashyyyk. The mist permeated the air, and was so thick, one could barely see in front of their face. The trees were massive, and on top of this already stifling mist, cast dark shadows, making even daytime appear like night.
On this cool morning's day, Jedi Master Jaro Tapal stood at the front of a horde of beasts...
Within the cabin of a shuttlecraft, drifting through the blue expanse of hyperspace, Darth Plagueis sat motionless in the pilot's chair. To any observer he would have appeared to be deep in meditation, but his thoughts churned.
In his mind's eye, he still felt the echo of Naboo’s cool evening air on his skin. He had not in his wildest imagination foreseen what had taken place on that serene world.
For decades, he had believed himself singular in his accomplis...
The wind howled across the red plains of Dathomir as Darth Maul stepped from his shuttlecraft, and onto the scorched earth of his birthworld. The air tasted of soot and ash. Months had passed since General Grievous’ massacre, but the soil still carried the stench of charred flesh, and the spirits of the Night Sisters clung stubbornly to the shattered remnants of their homeland. Foregoing any escort, he made this pilgrimage alone.
Gathered together at Mas Amedda's office were a group of like minded individuals who had allied with one another to survive the turmoil of the current era.
Dressed in voluminous soft robes, Mas Amedda, the blue Chagrian politician, and Chief of Staff helmed a grand table. To his left was the red uniformed young lady no older than 24, Ysanne Isard. To his right was a sickly middle-aged man, one who often competed for him with their master's favor, Sate Pestage. Finally, sitt...
The lower levels of Coruscant-already choked by centuries of neglect-now burned with the ruin of war. A once bustling undercity was now filled with the sounds of screams, blaster-fire, and the hum of a single lightsaber. Its violet blade hissed in the darkness, and cast light over mountains of white armor and the stilled faces of men who had died in shock.
“You're too late, Vader. Or perhaps you’re exactly on time.” The recording said in a smug tone that reminded Vader of Windu. “The shield generator is rigged to explode. You may survive the blast, but your pride? Perhaps not. Goodbye, Annie.”
For the last 10 days that it took to travel from Eriadu to Coruscant, the scene of his latest failure played repeatedly in Vader’s mind. Even when he thought he sensed her return, he knew it was nothing more than...
In the hollow heart of Coruscant, far below the glittering spires and endless hum of speeders, Palpatine descended into the bowels of the former Jedi Temple. What had once been a sanctum of light now festered with the rot of the Darkside. Clad in raven-black robes, his half-scarred, half-mended face was solemn.
Shuffling down a long, narrow staircase, he moved slowly, his footsteps echoed along this empty, dry place like a quiet, distant thunder. The air here was ancient, a...
Chasing after Jar Jar through the hallway, Hunter internally swore. The chaotic movements of the Gungan meant that getting a clear shot was impossible. Namely, he was worried about hitting the Queen, and with a camera crew in tow, it was virtually impossible to get creative with his methods.
“Wrecker, fire a concussive round to the left, if we scare the Senator to the right, he'll reach a dead end!” Echo spoke up whilst he was viewing the palace's schematics.
AN: This is Legends Obi-Wan. Recall the 2003 Clone Wars. This man popped one of his enemies (Durge) like a balloon.
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What had started off as a psyop to prank the Empire had quickly spiraled out of control.
From the relative safety of Pause, Corvus found himself within the royal cinema. A giant, gaping hole had been blown in the ceiling, and piercing moonlight shined down from Naboo's twin celestial bodi...
Holding onto the safety harness within a LAAT, Corvus was flanked by Jax, and the other members of the Bad Batch. For this mission, they had grabbed Tech to pilot the ship. Dressed in his all black, cloaked, and masked James Bond uniform, they were ‘officially’ playing for Team Empire today. To spice things up, he had also picked up a local cameraman & a journalist to show off how righteous the Empire was.
Flying through the night sky, hundreds of other LAA...
Within the Theed palatial hangar, Jar Jar disembarked from his diplomatic shuttlecraft with his ears drooping, and an uneven gait. No one had come to greet him, he was alone.
Once upon a time, he had been the proud bombad General, the one chosen to represent his people. But ever since the Jedi Temple burned, and the Jedi were branded as public enemies, he had lost that pride.
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After the party had ended, Corvus had suggested Omega take Triss to the zoo. Meanwhile, he and the boys had convened within the diplomatic chambers set aside for surface dweller delegations.
The room was built similarly to a western saloon. Lamps cast a soft yellow-orange glow into the room, breathing a welcome feeling to prospective visitors. The air smelled of dust, whiskey, and old wood. Privately, Corvus was impressed. To transport such materials down here could not be ...
Within a giant bubble dome that could fit hundreds of thousands, the party was in full swing, and the Gungans were going wild. Their long tongues were slurping up bowls full of live fish, and bugs imported from the surface were crunched down their gullets.
Corvus repressed a shudder as he witnessed a group of the amphibious aliens wrestle with their tongues. Surprisingly, it was a pretty effective method for melee combat. He would 100% be caught offguard by such an attack. ...
After arriving in the bubble city, the first thing he did, was to spam [Heal] and wrack up those numbers for [Path of the Jedi]. The quest didn't discriminate between species, and neither did Corvus. Aches, pains, and severe diseases all counted the same as far as the quest was concerned, and after a day's work, he successfully healed over 150,000+.
His identity as a Jedi earned him access to the city, and his good deeds had earned him an audience with their ruling class.&n...
I'm writing a little ahead, and want to see what you guys think. The scenario is a politician is promising support, but only if his rival is killed. If you vote no, there is the possibility of completely losing support with said politician/faction. Alternatively, Corvus might be able to exile the person who is to be killed. Anyway, I'm curious what you guys think.
The submersible slipped beneath the rippling surface of Lake Paonga, its lights cutting narrow beams through the emerald gloom. Omega pressed her face close to the viewport, breath fogging the window as she watched bubbles trail past like tiny stars. A school of fish scattered, and shark-like predators came swooping in.
“Whoa, it’s so alive down here.” Omega said in awe.
As soon as Corvus had sealed the deal, sirens came from the far side of the swamp, and moments later, a group of security personnel were swarming out of SUV-sized transports.
Flanked by a pair of Royal Guardsmen, Queen Neeyuntee disregarded the mud, and rushed onto the scene.
“Yon! Where is my Yon?!” The young teen called out in worry.
“Tch. Master, can we go now?” Yon whispered, and threw his Jedi cloak's hood up, and covered h...
Flicking his lightsaber, Corvus cut away at Boba's speederbike with ease. The floating vehicle lost all power, and fell into pieces.
The young Mandalorian rolled to the side, and unleashed a jet of flame at him.
Walking steadily into the heat, [Energy Resistance IV] flickered to life, making the deadly pyro blast no more effective at stopping Corvus than a slight breeze.
The tall trees, and slightly green murky water of the swamp cast h...
The early morning mists had burnt away, and the sun peaked through on a clear blue-sky day. Gathered at a large race track full of obstacles, boost pads, and other gimmicks, were 8 contestants. Mounted upon sleek speeder bikes, they awaited the signal to begin.
The crowd in the stands was a roaring ocean of color: nobles, gamblers, mechanics, and droids all pressed together in the stands were happily mingling, the anticipation of a fast pace, high-skill race was pushing the...
