#exar kun || sithisms

[mando-of-esverr]

"We stand upon the ancient burial ground of a sith long forgotten. Watch yourself pup. You're at the bottom of the food chain here." He said as he would overlook a massive cave amidst a mountain region. Desert having had consumed most of the temple's entrance as the elements would devour it.

His grey hues narrowing deeply as he made his way to the old temple and rubbed his hand over glifs. The text of ancient sith.

"Reshintar..makilion.. not a name.. 'hatred free you'. A clue..or a saying?" He muttered as he would look over to Darius and huff." The next holocron is in here.." he paused as he would smirk slightly and approch him.

"Do you sense a pull of any kind, Mandalorian?"

Darius remained silent as he followed Kun to the entrance of the ancient burial ground. Just being there made the hair on his neck stand up. It felt foreboding, unfriendly, as if the air itself were warding him off from such sacred... or unhallowed ground...

He gritted his teeth and glanced around, gauging the area.

He'd spent a lot of time examining and exploring the Sith Holocron they'd found previously. The data was fragmented as if the data inside had been split up for some unknown reason. The Mando suspected why, but he kept it to himself. After all, the narrator in the first holocron had only mentioned the start of his study of Esverr. No doubt whichever ancient siths had garnered these pieces wanted to keep such powerful knowledge for themselves... or maybe for those they considered worthy.

Darius wasn't sure but somehow, handling the Holocron had made it... easier to sense the force... to sense what was around him. Like feeling a faint warmth after years of feeling nothing but cold. Even so, he definitely believed he was at the bottom of the predatory food chain here. Ergo why he was armed to the teeth in case of ambush...

"I feel a push," Darius answered, looking over at Exar Kun. He paused and considered the saying. 'Hatred free you...'

"It could be a reference," he suggested, adjusting the shoulder strap of his blaster rifle. "It could be instructions. 'Hatred free you'... it'll probably make more sense the deeper we go."

[its-a-full-galaxy]

"I will be glad to get rid of an old friend like you, Darius."

[Tassir kun]

Darius's blood ran cold. He knew that tone, that soft silky tone, like the caress of a deactivated vibroblade. He'd heard it come out of his own mouth after his capture during the liberation of Coruscant, in the times he walked Tassir's ship in Imperial uniform instead of his Beskar. He'd heard it in his head when the Batu pool had been expunged from the surface, and with every involuntary motion until he'd been rescued from Tassir's slimy grip by "Presence" and the Batu pool survivors.

His arms wanted to lock, his grip to fail, his knees to buckle with terror. But he kept his grip, holding onto the glowing red holocron he'd just grabbed. They'd come so far into the crust of Geonosis. Was this whole brain-worm thing a gambit of Tassir's to search for the Holocron? Or was it just a game he was playing now, watching his old host struggle? How had he gotten Kun in the first place??? Had the clones really been that effective against him?

Darius felt his hand prickle, like iron dust jutting from a lodestone.

Fear was the first step to the Dark Side. Fear, and then Anger, then Hate, and then Suffering. It was something his father on Esverr had told him, how Darr'thumbra clouded one's vision, one's mind, and poisoned one's soul like tree rot. It didn't cloud Kun's aim though and Darius knew Tassir could kill him in a moment with the sheer power Exar Kun possessed.

'If the Dark Side is what I need to use to get out of this, then help me,' he thought, directing his thoughts to the holocron. 'You're a sith artifact - help me! I can't use the force but if the dark side can open it up to me, then do it! Help me use the force to survive!'

The holocron glowed slightly, but he felt something, a tingling went up his arm that he couldn't tell if it was hot or cold. Then... an idea...

The Mandalorian took a breath and knelt down, bowing his head before the Sith. "You wouldn't kill your favorite, Tassir," he said in an even tone before lifting his head. "Just like Kun wouldn't kill Ulic."

Kun hated it when the man was brought up, and Darius hoped it would be enough!

[mayxthexforce]

@sithisms said:

"Dont look at me like that. I saved you from death and you glare at me like I'm the bad guy~"

[Ulic old republic war era]

The metallic taste of his own blood pooled against his tongue.

That Mandalorian had descended upon him like an omen of death. One moment, it was all quiet. The next, a jetpack coming to life just a couple feet above him and a beskar-tipped boot landing a solid kick against his face. It was a miracle his nose hadn't broken. Although he could already tell his jaw would resent him for weeks.

Ulic hit the ground and, in the couple seconds it took him to compose himself and thrust a tense hand forward, ready to crush the windpipe of his assailant, he realized that Kun had it under control. And yet, he didn't lower his hand right away. He could almost see the force, like translucent tendrils, stretching out towards Kun, trying to tempt him, playing with his ambition, his need to always be the best, the deep rooted fear of being looked down on for every little mistake. Getting caught off guard by a Mandalorian with a jetpack was more than a LITTLE mistake. Kill him, it told him, kill him or he'll kill you.

He was nowhere near regretting any of the things he had done and would continue to do. But as headstrong as he was, even he could admit that the dark side was —at time— a karking nuisance.

Ulic finally put his hand down.

"You're getting paranoid."

Was he talking to himself out loud or addressing his fellow Sith's words? Perhaps both. Ulic didn't dwell on that. There was just no time and he'd spent long enough —pathetically too long— on the ground. Instead, he rose to his feet and summoned his lightsaber back to his hand. Standing tall– not quite as tall as Kun, but still an imposing height; and surveying their surroundings, including above them —as he wouldn't make the same mistake twice—, for any signs of danger.

"Saved me from death? You underestimate me," he noted. "I could have handled it."

Stars, I sound like Cay.

He quickly forced the thought back down into the dark corner of his mind from whence it came. Ulic refused to think much about his younger brother, refusing to let the darkness that now inhabited him taint his memories of Cay. But every now and then, like that karking Mandalorian, the thoughts of his family descended upon him in what felt like a ruthless, premeditated attack.

And, just like with that Mandalorian, there was always Kun for him to focus on, and it made things more bearable.

"Let's keep moving," he breathed out. "There's never just one of them."

The subjugation of the clans was still a work in progress.

[arc-77]

@sithisms continued from [here]

"Exar Kun, huh? Pleasure to meet you."

He discreetly taps a control on the side of his gauntlet, muting his external vocoder and switching to squad-comms. Verify that transfer, he says to his lieutenant. One of the similarly armored troopers in blue takes a few casual steps back and turns around, hand touching the side of his helmet as he goes up the chain of command.

"Not to worry, sir," he says again out loud. "The war's called all sorts of Jedi back into the fold. You wouldn't be the first thrust into all this after years of solitude."

The Captain beckoned the jedi to follow him over to the ridge, separating the two of them from the rest of his troopers. Retrieving a set of electro-binoculars from his belt, he peers through it, then hands it to Exar Kun to do the same. "About four kilometers north-east is a Separatist weapons emplacement we've been assigned to scout. If we get the chance, I'd like to destroy it while we're there."

[slthlsms]

EXAR KUN

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𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘍𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘰𝘯 𝘕𝘢𝘥𝘥 𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘥. 𝘏𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦. 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘥.

𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘉𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘫𝘦𝘥𝘪 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘯'𝘴. 𝘖𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘶𝘱𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦.

𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘪𝘵. 𝘞𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘳 𝘫𝘦𝘥𝘪 𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘰.

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[kylo-wrecked]

“Can you feel death's cold grip?”

{ 🎲 You rolled: Soft!Ren }

"What makes you think death has a cold grip?" He answered through a silent, itching wound of wrath. Answered with blood on his tongue. Blood tracks on the edge of his chin. "Children's stories?" 

Yet, he wouldn't bare his teeth. Kylo Ren parried Kun's blow, his right heel dug into the ground, a mouth closed onto the earth, his saber a fire splashing above it. Above them. And above, and all around them, the Force, and in it, its nucleus, the Ren. 

Was Exar Kun aware of this cellular repositioning of their galaxy? Take off that mask, fight me face-to-face. Kylo Ren bared his teeth now, pushing his blade into Kun's light blue and flickering lie. Blood was black on his gums. Disdain was black in his eyes, frozen on his battered young face, where specks of blood merged with specks of moles. Within its scant lines dwelt The Ren, making his mien, the bent nose, even the slick, wild hair surrounding it, a mask of itself. 

"Perhaps..." Ren rasped, near a whisper. Held his ground and felt the blood welling in a trauma location he could no longer perceive. Choked on the effort. "Perhaps you've lived too long."

@sithisms

[gloomfaithed]

@sithisms / cont. X

She was drawn to the power he radiated like a moth to flame. In a world where survival was crucial, especially for a Sith, it would be folly not to ask for his wisdom and lessons. Considering her own Master had thaught her that the Sith after Bane cannibalized themselves by their silly rule of the stronger killing the weaker - and the apprentice killing the Master - there was no need to distrust her in this regard. She wanted the Sith to thrive, not to weaken. Supporting him and growing with this help seemed like the best course of action - especially with her own Master gone.

Exar Kun. Yellow eyes looked up at him curiously, as he helped her to her feet. She noted the Sith artifact he wore and knew that they required a good grip on oneself and the darkness, as they threatened to overwhelm the wearer easily. It probably also meant that just like her, he was in search of wisdom and Sith lore. Perhaps they were both scholars at heart.

She tilted her head. "I'm Darth Talon. You accept me then?" He may just be humoring her for now, didn't truly take her seriously and didn't really see her as his apprentice, but even so, it would be enough for now. To spend a little time and learn from him would surely prove very benefitial. "What happened to you? It was like all of your energy had been sucked out of your body."

[sithsjedi]

❛ " A despicable act of charity? You'd rather save the life of another than yourself? " He asked as he smirked in amusement. " Dooku … you disappointed me ... " ❜     …     @sithisms   said

⤷ SOURCE: Unprompted Ask / ALWAYS ACCEPTING

Illuminated by naught but the WHITE LIGHTSABER — once crimson red; now purified of all hatred — thrumming at his side, Dooku raised a brow at the shadowy form of his dark companion. The Jedi Order’s very own PRODIGAL SON stared down the ancient SITH LORD, his hazel hues austere and resolute. If EXAR KUN believed him to be spineless enough to come running back to the dark upon the mere threat of confrontation with evil, then the legendary Sith was woefully mistaken.

“ NO. ” The utterance of this singular word is UNWAVERING in its FIRMNESS, scolding Exar Kun as though the ancient being were a misbehaving youngling. “ You disappoint me, my good sir. In fact … ” Dooku trails off, glancing down at his lightsaber. He took a deep, shaky breath, then addressed his companion once more.

“ 𝑰 𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖, Exar Kun. ”

[irrfahrer]

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Animal Themed Headcanon Prompts ! ---- What's the wisest thing your muse has ever said? Are they often that way?

“Sometimes its better to answer injustice with kriffing mercy -and sometimes its even better to answer injustice with a kick straight in the Kriffers genitals.”

This ws a very lighthearted, short thead woth @sithisms . In this scenario Exar Kun is infected with the SIckness at an outbreak on a ship on which Ziv was stationed as a Healer, they had got out of teh ship and Ziv as a Healer feels bound to help Exar find a cure for himself and during that time also research on the sith-alchemy roots of the sickness to maybe find a general cure. In general its Ziv constantly trying to sass a Sithlord, because while she is bound to be a Healer and help him she is obviously not especially fond of his worlview and Exar is too unbothered by her to react properly or in fact is pretty amused by her trying, which makes Ziv even more angry. Ziv is not especially patient with people who are actively and willingly hurting others (or with people who are even unwillingly hurting others), so while she is a Jedi and will always be merciful first, she is also someone who is easily frustrated with people who just keep on beeing assholes to other people. Accordingly she very often just will kick someone against the shin if they are acting out of her line or morals or as mentioned, the genitals if she is tall enough in comparison. She has very much a "Talk shit, get hit" mentality and has no problems enforcing it when she knows that it will protect the people under her protection. Ziv is therefor not a person who is willing to talk it out but will knock someone out if they are crossing certaine boundaries. In this case, while Ziv knows that Exar would not kill her because she is a healer willing to keep him "alive" (or undead and self-aware in his case), she is still testing the waters how much she can sass him without beeing smacked into the next wall. That had not happned yet, so she keeps on beeing sassy.

[lightfaithed]

@sithisms asked: 😨

His surroundings were sharp and hostile. Mountains made of black stone shot up towards the sky, their tips sharp like claws. The grey sky was cloudy and Obi-Wan heard thunder ramble like an unseen ghost that threatened to come closer and closer. Occasionally he saw lightning flash in those clouds. The wind blew like a sharp slap. Everything here screamed of malice and darkness. Obi-Wan swallowed and tried to calm himself. He only barely managed to ignite his lightsaber and defend himself when he was suddenly attacked.

The man was taller than him and shrouded in both mystery and a dark cloak. His attacks were ruthless, making the Jedi grunt in an effort to parry them. Obi-Wan knew he was being pushed further back with each strike but found no good moment to retaliate or place himself somewhere else.

One step back left him stepping on nothing, even though he had not seen any end to this barren plateau he was located on. He fell with a surprised cry and woke up with a start in his own bed. Breathing heavily and covered in sweat, Obi-Wan realised who he had seen. Exar Kun. He placed his hand on his chest to calm his racing heart and closed his eyes. There is no emotion, there is peace.

[general-kalani]

Continued from x, closed rp with @sithisms

Grievous glanced around the room, noting the artifacts but he didn’t focus on it. They wouldn’t affect him...

Perhaps he should keep his distance just in case something was curiously infused with the Force and have an impact...

That smile had offset the General. Too evil too... Dangerous. Too threatening. It would have worried him if he hadn’t dealt with these kinds of people before. The type that went insane from isolation.

Though the other hadn’t asked for his name in turn, so he wouldn’t give it.

“I will ask if your transport off world would be... Allowed.” Considering it wasn’t predicted he’d meet anyone here...

Perhaps the Count was looking for this man...

He walked a few steps away before opening his commlink to the Count, making glances to Exar Kun to make sure he didn’t move anywhere. A short conversation before the General walked back over, anger in his actions.

“You have been allowed transport... Consider yourself fortunate...”

He wouldn’t consider himself fortunate having to deal with this.

[mando-of-esverr]

"Its a bout time we found eachother.."

[From 'Exar Kun' xD if you catch my meaning :))]

The moment he heard footfalls from the corridor, Darius had his weapon drawn, his blaster ready to put holes in the next clone he ran into. However, he almost smiled at the sound of Kun's usual smug irritation. The Mando lowered his blaster as he caught sight of the sith.

"Heh, you're lucky I didn't put a few holes in you the moment you walked out," he said and walked toward the Sith. "How'd you get away from those clones? I had to resort to a fighting retreat just to get this far."

Kun's lightsaber swung idly from Darius's belt, though the Mando didn't seem to be paying it any mind. "I'd say let's get out of here, but..."

He looked over and down the far passage, the way the current was pushing, grimacing behind his helmet. "I'm not sure this place wants anyone to leave. Not the way we came anyway."

[its-a-full-galaxy]

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There were a few things that made Echo appreciate being an Exomind. First, was her internal heating and cooling system that kept her warm in sub-zero temperatures and cool in simmering heat. Second, was the fact that any bug that looked her way was immediately disinterested in trying to get any blood or other nutrients as there was none to be had. Third, was that even in the heat, it wasn't nearly as exhausting to climb through jungles for her as it was for normal humans.

However, that didn't take away from the uneasy undercurrent that seemed to permeate the jungle and the giant pyramids within them. Just looking at them, she would've thought they were some ancient Earth pyramid from Pre-Traveler eras. But coming close, she couldn't help the weird feeling she got from them, something almost but not Paracausal Darkness.

"I don't like this," Whisper said, her cerulean optic blinking as she tried to expand her scanning reach. "It feels like the Europa Obelisks, though not as... solid? Like a mix between Stasis and Strand."

Echo lifted a hand, turning it as she examined the Stasis crystals that formed on her knuckles. She could feel whatever was in the ancient structures resonating with her Stasis, though it seemed to stymie the feelings of free-flowing Strand.

"Mm, more Stasis than Strand," Echo murmured. "I think whatever used to be here had a control issue and it's just vibing with my Stasis."

Whisper shook her shell uneasily. "Well, whatever it is, I don't want to stay here longer than we have to. So let's find what we can that's edible, recharge the ship with your Light, and get the heck out of here. This place gives me as much creeps as sledding through Eventide..."

Echo shuddered, shaking her head at the thought of the dead, frozen colony. "Great visual, Whisper," she remarked. "But first we need a place to stow the ship. We can't leave it hovering above the canopy for someone else to find."

Whisper chuffed. "As if there's anyone here who's going to take it," she muttered and followed her guardian into the ruins.

[mayxthexforce]

Continuation from HERE

@sithisms

"Fistey woman aren't you?" Kun snapped back towards her. His size almost devouring her and yet he wasn't angry. It was almost like a playful mock towards her as he cocked his head.

"Come now. Such a hot headed mouth on you. Let's talk like people. Not savages." He stated with a hum as he would extend his hand towards a set of chairs before him. Though he does remember her..time during his rule as a sith lord and baring controll over the brotherhood of the sith he had surprisingly remembered her face. Taking a seat himself he smiled at her knowingly.

"It appears you haven't aged a day. You don't feed off the force like I do.. no..stasis?" He asked out of curiosity. His brow raised slightly as he crossed his arms where he sat.

He had some nerve. Daring to speak about savagery after everything he'd done and everything he most likely planned to do. But then again, it would have been just as hypocritical of her to point it out, and Celeste would rather die than bring herself down to his level of hypocrisy.

Muur had his own opinions about Kun's behavior, and his own ideas about how she should react. Murderous ideas that he didn't keep to himself– he never did. But she ignored him and instead stood tall. He might be considerably taller, but he couldn't intimidate her with his height. The Jedi of her time wouldn't have held her in such high regard for such dire missions if she was the type of person that could be intimidated by something as insignificant as height.

Still, Celeste didn't move towards the seat until he'd taken his own. A passerby might have mistaken them to be friendly yet serious acquaintances catching up after a long time, if they remained far away enough. However, from close proximity, the tension was thick in the force.

"Stasis," she confirmed. Then, met his curious question with one of her own. "What reason do you have to have survived this long?"

[mando-of-esverr]

"I know what's in your mind..your hiding something from me..aren't you~?" He hissed. Thoes days. Thoes times where he thinks he's still on Yavin Four only to realize he's not there anymore. His grip on his neck tight as he would look him in the eye. Ripping his helmet free from his face with no struggle. Infact he broke it from his neck that kept it on his armor.

"I will break it out of you. Your in league with Baas aren't you? I'll gladly break his spirit out of you Darious..slowly.."

The ship had felt uneasy since leaving the sith temple, something in the air... Like a wounded Alkagra gator waiting for something to get close before snapping at it... He knew he had to tell Kun at some point... better get it over with...

As Darius entered the hall to find Kun, he had only a moment to look over at the Sith's question before--

"KUN!" Darius choked out, gripping the man's bracer as the sith held him against the wall of his own ship. "What're--you--"

Then the man ripped off his helmet, shock, shame, indignation, and disgrace filled him. His mind raced as one of the Watch's creeds was broken. 'Have you ever removed your helmet before anyone?' No. 'Has anyone ever removed your helmet?' N--!!!!

A young, pale face with sharp Esverran features met Kun's gaze, the young man's short dark hair pressed down with the shape of his helmet. His smooth features rumpled as a seething snarl escaped him. Golden irises blazed like molten metal against the fir-green color of his sclera.

"Sithspit! GIVE IT BACK!!!"

For the first time since he'd known Kun, Darius struck out at him, aiming a strong kick to his middle to get him off and maybe drop his helmet. There was rage in this kick, rage, and betrayal - an agreement broken - a boundary of peace breached! A Mandalorian wronged. And Mandos were nothing if not vengeful when wronged....

[mando-of-esverr]

Darius & Exar Kun || Imposter