Coltdale Tailane

A Corellian word: “A place of wise fools”, where one doesn’t get their way in a conversation. A one sided argument.

Arriving back on Rishi, Colt’s mind races with emotions and thoughts when speeding through the market, passing by the old cantina and arriving at a nearby warehouse.

Running inside some of Colt’s allies from the Eternal Empire days greeted with a sober look across their faces. “We found Shayre here, boss we’re…” Colt interrupts them, examining the body for her lightsaber, it's her. “A Sith did this”

One of the crew pipes up “Sorry Colt, we found her…” Colt examines the room with a blank look. Focusing on something else to mask the pain.

“Lightsaber to the guts, she never stood a chance against the attack. Why didn’t you call for help Shayre?” He speaks to her, coping with the loss “You’re too smart for this…” His question fell silent while eyes looked at him. He takes her saber as his possession.

Holding back tears and outburst of anger “Please take her to my ship at once, the Green Jedi on Corellia will want to see the body and perform funeral rites. Wait before you go…” He checks her belongings and finds a holo recording. “Thank you for bringing attention to this matter crew” Colt sits down on a box and plays the recording back.

“This is Shayre Myarra of the Green Jedi Order. To whoever finds this in the order I have uncovered a plot within the Sith to elect a new Lord of the Sith. Certain elements within the dark council have put forward a new candidate. A Pureblood Sith that goes by Darth Krena. This is all I can say at the moment. In this recording will be the location of the info you will need. I believe I’m being followed by someone. If I don’t return, send this recording to Coltdale.” The recording ends there “She knew the risk and all … he senses movement near him. “Hello, who is there?”

From behind the crates, a hooded figure steps out. A Sith Zebrak, studying him. “So the famous Coltdale, Like the gift I left.” Coltdale looks unfazed by this Sith and jumps down off the crate. “Ah you must be Keres new acolyte. Figured, she tied up with Dark Council business I presume and sent another in her stead.”

He points to a smaller crate in the warehouse. “As agreed upon, credits accounted for.” She goes over to investigate, Colt eagerly steps away for a moment. “I hope this squares our deal with her, working for your boss is tiring.” She shuts the case, giving it to a Imperial lackey. “She has a message for you, Colt has become a loose end, kill him when you can” She ignites her lightsaber.

“Shame she can’t finish the job herself” He preps a blaster rifle quietly, tracking her while clocked. Looping back around to sneak up on her, he gets the drop on her. Anger and grief begin to flow as he puts his finger on the trigger, then something calms him. Lowering his rifle down, prepares a powerful sleep dart to fire instead.

The sharp needle punctured her skin. “Ouch you will pay for that Smuggler!” As she rips a needle out from her neck, She turned around to see a few Colts standing there “I’ll kill you Smugglers… why are there two of you standing there” She readied for a fight, struggling against the poison. Colt fired a burst of darts at her.

“Enjoy your nap, Sith acolyte” Colt said walking toward her. She begins fighting the many Colt’s around her, losing her grip as her saber slips for her hands. A gun whip to the back of her head and another good dose of sleeping medicine, she hits the floor unconscious.

Checking her heartbeat checking if she is still alive. Removing the lightsaber as well, The rest of the crew returns. They gather around her and look at Colt with confusion and some fear. “Box her in a crate when you can and if she wakes knock her out again, she’ll goes on the next shipment out of here” They snap of it and get to work.

One of the crew pips up“Y-You got it boss, how did you learn that?. He holsters his rifle “Oh… nothing special about that. Had to learn new tricks to fight the Sith these days” Colt and company leave the warehouse together. He looks back one last time.

Thank you to Selene for help with this. Been a while since I posted

So I got board one day on the galactic market and when shopping for some nice clothes and think I found some favorites!

Oh a update for those following: I’m starting the Knights of The Fallen Empire, been grinding though the story. Man Reven’s story was interesting (well new planets add to the list especially characters, need to get around to writing those down)

Appreciate you folks and Ol’val to all!

Enjoy your day and Ol’val!

Ruin and Wreckage

Returning to the ruined building of Selene’s old cantina, Colt and T3 began their search for anything worth scavenging from the wreckage. Fire damage and black soot covered the walls while holes in the ceiling allowed beams of sunlight inside.

Taking a rest at his regular booth one last time dusting the soot off the table, he begins work on a lightsaber. “T3 see if you can find Selene’s room for me, working on a project needing my attention”. T3 begans scanning for her room while Colt return to his repairs. The smell of alcohol and soot filled the air as he worked.

After a while, T3 beeped at Colt, finding Selene’s quarters. Packing up his workshop, Colt follows T3 to her room. A few minutes of searching in her room spotting items of interest. Leaving with the items in tow, hoping they are of some worth to Selene.

Returning back to his speeder, T3 stood guard; watching out for him. T3 spins his head, catching his attention meaning it’s a friendly. Looking over his shoulder; Colt spots a face from his past, an old lover. Her voice catches his attention while loading his cargo.

“So, you can’t help returning to your criminal ways?” the woman scoffed.

“Shayre…always a bad credit showing up at the right time..” Colt answered as he continues to load up his cargo.

Shayre's arms crossed as she leaned against a wall next to the ruined cantina. “Rumors are about abound of you working with a Darth of the Sith, is this true?” hoping to get a response from him. Never shied away from working with force users

For a while now, I have been working with Selene as a smuggler for hire and overall regular at the cantina back when it was Rishi (not unlike her patrons) given she been though a lot (with her on the run). Wanted to share things outside the cantina and things happened on Coltdale’s side of things.

Hope you all enjoy and Ol'val, min dul'skal, ahn guld domina!

The Lightsaber

Between missions for the republic and general exploration of the galaxy, Colt's hobbies substitute his boredom between jumps fixing Lightsabers on the side for credits but this weapon is for a special occasion for a friend, a broken lightsaber.

First to examine is damaged and cracked cover would be a preferred option to replace such damage but this is Selene personal weapon. Something new but still hers to weld despite the damage caused, Checking his dateslate, five words he made profusely about her personality: Diligent, clever, charming, loyal, and sociable.

Eyes move left and right, searching for something in his mind to express those words. Minutes go by and an idea forms into a solution inside his head. Studying his collection, a plan is formed from a few samples.

He begins to carefully remove parts of the shell to expose the crystal, still intact and still bleeding power. The dark side of the force can be felt. First the wiring needs to be replaced and reinforced with insulation for protection against force lightning.

The shell can be saved and improved upon with the application of Cortosis between the cracked areas, creating a seal to strengthen the shell. By spilling the saber in half he creates a new weapon one held together by an interlocking system, After some time fixing, the shell is back in place and two become one.

Her sabers power unit shows damage. With a quick fix of wire layout and redirecting power fluctuations to both blades produces a harder and richer glow of red, it brings a fire to his eyes.

Next comes the saber’s gyro unit, damaged from electrical burns. It is still reasonably good but feels off balance in his hand. Colt studies for a moment, an idea comes to mind. Adding new rotor gyros as they stay level with just one finger.

Last is visual flair, adding wood unto the hilt adjusting the grip making it more comfortable for the welder. Testing without a crystal confirms a more stable, fashionable, and weighty saber then previously.

Heavy for him, excellent for a force user to weld effectively. Twisting the middle creates two duel lightsabers. Perfect to provide an edge in combat. Adding the crystal back to the saber he ignites it and practices with the weapon, Spar and Colt go back and forth the strength and flaws of the weapon. Testing the limits of one to one battle

i was wondering if you could tell us a little more about how Coltdale became a smuggler? also, very curious about why he has a “chip on his shoulder” because of the Sith Empire? 👀

Coltdale: Corellia is home for me and she’s the cornerstone of the Rupublic but will always be a free spirit that cannot be broken! Every victory small or large victory against both the Empire and Sith brings that spirit back home. Though was upset that Corellia sold out to the Empire when coming home. Plus there a galaxy out to explore it’s in our blood and our planet has freighters and not take that opportunity?! Thought I will admit the credits are better as a Rupublic privateer.