Hoth: Blood and Ice

A literal matter of life or death

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"Something like that. Someone let the Bitch know we got a high priority target on board." Garth contemplates patching Lana through on the comms as requested, but thinks better of it. After all, from his own personal experiences with Nudi, it's never dull, but nor is it exactly a mellow environment.

Garth pulls his cloak around his neck. He wasn't heading out in the storm, but was ready for when the exploratory team disembarked. "If a repair bill's all th' badness that comes outta this coupla months, ah'll be more'n grateful t' take care of it." He jokes with Nudi. They'd probably never be frie...

With Pipka taking care of some personal business, Garth had re-established his association with the Turtle crew and had his hands tucked behind his head as he spun in his seat.

"Needs more cushionin'." He mumbled over the comms. "Dunno how th' li'l fella manages."

"Mechawhatnow?" Garth asked not believing the portmanteau.

"Tha's it, ah'm keepin' the Sparrow in constant ready mode."

Over in the corner keeping to himself, Garth was unwinding from the stress of the day, but apparently that wasn't going to be as easy as he thought. All the death and hatred and anger was tainting his consciousness. D8 EE Swoop Racer Hard mode : 2eP+3eA+3eF+4eD 1 advantage, 3 Dark Side https://oroko...

"Yes, she's guarding the entrances. She spent most of the battle making sure nobody interrupted me, so she's still pretty fresh," Zeno explains. "I saw you two out there. Well, saw isn't quite right. I was aware of you out there. You handled yourselves well." "Ah felt you too, though ah guess y'kno...

Glancing around the room for a moment, Garth asks gently.

"Lady Sav? She make it ok?"

"Maybe you need to start investing in paper cups." Miyi jokes as she picks a bit of debris out of Garth's hair. "Don't want to fritter away the future of the house finances before the little ones grow up." Garth just looks around at the assembled refugees. "Ah grew up wi' nuthin, an' ah get th' feel...

"Been better, been worse." Garth answers vaguely. "S'a right shit show out there, but tha's what we signed up fer right? Fight fer them what need protectin', life an' limb on th' line fer the good 'f all?" Miyi just winced in faux pain at the mention of the lost flask. "Not the sterling silver weddi...

Garth and Miyi appear at his side a small flask of Corellian brandy in hand.

"Not too much, but it takes th' edge off." Garth comments as his blood crusted hand offers the flask while Miyi drapes an arm around her cousin's shoulder and hugs him tight.

Flipping one before they are all gone

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Light 8
Dark 17

Garth was away from base when it happened, when the bombardment came out of nowhere and unleashed vengeance upon Echo Base. He felt his cousin reach out across the planet, but despite Garth’s association with the Thul ways, he could not align himself with the hatred and vitriol behind the message. A...

I'll be at the base to hopefully generate some points.

Regarding Syrians Sweet Revenge.

Can we use advantages to reduce wounds on all modes? Or just on Run Away?

Garth just shrugs nonchalantly. "Ah think it were more his ego hurt than th' ship. Th' Senator an me were busy bein big damn heroes, an well, Nudi weren't there t' fly her. Besides big hero work leaves big damage bills unfortunately." Garth turns to Hacha and iffers a crooked grin. "Ah hope she were...

"Not 'nuff eau de goat?" Garth quips with a smile as he leans in for the hug.

"Member the crazy bitch what ripped off th' Sabot? I was yer temp pilot fer th' day, still not sure how t' dodge an attack like that..."

"That's the way Pipka." Garth congratulates the new record holder with a hearty slap on the back.

"Yer one quick learner that were one helluva show."

Perching his hat atop the games casing, Garth reaches for the controls and slides into the seat. "Now y'all can't just rush th' girl, gotta warm her up first. This here is a diff'rent approach to Hacha's, they equally valid, but ah like t' take mah time wi' the process." And saying such, Garth slips...

Have seen much zoom and pew.

Expecting to fall into the 'everyone else' category, but if anyone needs a wheel man I'm available.

"Tha Lord of blue actin' human? Even iffit costs me a months salary t' pay Countess Lamar fer tha drinks, ah havta see that."

Garth raises a pretend glass in salute to Pipka and replies with something made up, in totally not Cheunh.

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Garth nods approvingly at Hacha's efforts and even offers the Duros a slow, but sincere round of applause. "Y' got some skills Hacha. Mebbe Nudi needs t' watch out fer his job." He jokes before getting out of his seat and wandering closer. "This li'l girl's older sister's the one what got me inta ra...

I'm assuming shortcut applies as a racing talent?

"Careful now son." Came a voice from across the cantina, large hat resting over his face as he dozed.

"That li'l miss c'n ruin yer day lahk it were nobody's bus'ness if ye let her. Jus' be glad there's no height restriction fer that ride."

Force strengthening rituals? Garth mouthed the words in thought, then shook his head, although not as emphatically as he might have previously. He had always been a good guy, but with the recent comingling and the pull he had felt recently along with his meditations on a less black and white lifest...