Jᴀʀᴅ

ᴊᴀʀᴅ ᴏʀᴅᴏ. “ʙʏ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴏɴᴏʀ, ɪ ʟɪᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʟᴏʀʏ ᴏғ ᴍᴀɴᴅᴀʟᴏʀᴇ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ...ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ғᴇᴡ ᴊᴏʙs ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ...” || OC || #StarWarsRP

[Jᴀʀᴅ @OfClanOrdo]

“ʙʏ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴏɴᴏʀ, ɪ ʟɪᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʟᴏʀʏ ᴏғ ᴍᴀɴᴅᴀʟᴏʀᴇ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ...ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ғᴇᴡ ᴊᴏʙs ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ...”

◾️ Star Wars OC, FC: Clive Standen
💥 Merc/Hunter
◾️ Experienced Writer
💥 Literate/Descriptive
◾️ RT for ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴏɴᴏʀ

[Jᴀʀᴅ @OfClanOrdo]

“One of those kriffin’ days.”, he utters with a scowl.

[Jᴀʀᴅ @OfClanOrdo]

“Much has changed. Gone are the days of honor.”

[Jᴀʀᴅ @OfClanOrdo]

Dives out of the way, falling into a roll before taking a defensive position and returning fire.

[Jᴀʀᴅ @OfClanOrdo]

Raises a Corellian Ale to the New Year.

“Here’s to Blood and Honor. Mandalore forever!”

[Jᴀʀᴅ @OfClanOrdo]

“Open for jobs. No target is too big or too small.”

#ShowMeThePucks

[Jᴀʀᴅ @OfClanOrdo]

And could easily level at 5’6 from 1,000 meters.

[𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐑. @OfTheSenate]

Creepily stands in 5'6.

[Jᴀʀᴅ @OfClanOrdo]

“ᴛɪᴏɴ ᴋᴇ’ɢʏᴄᴇ ɴᴇʀ ᴋᴀᴅ ᴀʟ’ɪᴊᴀᴀᴛ?”

(Mando’a: ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɢᴜɪᴅᴇs ᴍʏ sᴡᴏʀᴅ ɪғ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴏɴᴏʀ?)

[Jᴀʀᴅ @OfClanOrdo]

The Hunter showed no indication that he had even heard the question from the other, his Mandalorian helmet showing no expression. Even still, he studied her every movement, sizing her up on whether she was friend or foe.

[Jᴀʀᴅ @OfClanOrdo]

@CARAXUNE Stares back, his eyes narrowing from within the helmet.

[Jᴀʀᴅ @OfClanOrdo]

From the corner of the cantina, Jard scans the room, his grey eyes concealed by the Mandalorian helmet.

Ever watchful, the Hunter takes note of each individual in the room, nothing going unnoticed.

[Jᴀʀᴅ @OfClanOrdo]

“Caf...straight black...”

[Jᴀʀᴅ @OfClanOrdo]

“Your daily reminder.”

[Jᴀʀᴅ @OfClanOrdo]

“Any and all beings that post #Spoilers will be disintegrated.” #StarWars #StarWarsTheRiseofSkywalker

#CockedAndLocked

[Jᴀʀᴅ @OfClanOrdo]

“Yea, yea...I’m here...”

#MandalorianOn

[Jᴀʀᴅ @OfClanOrdo]

“Another day...”

#MandalorianOff

[Jᴀʀᴅ @OfClanOrdo]

The Way of the Warrior.

[Jᴀʀᴅ @OfClanOrdo]

@THESITHKNIGHT The Mandalorian continued his path, a smirk upon his face, concealed by the helmet.

<The Supreme Ruler...> He scoffed.

“You’re not leaving empty-handed.” <For good or ill, you learned something.>

[Jᴀʀᴅ @OfClanOrdo]

“ᴛɪᴏɴ ᴋᴇ’ɢʏᴄᴇ ɴᴇʀ ᴋᴀᴅ ᴀʟ’ɪᴊᴀᴀᴛ?”

(Mando’a: ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɢᴜɪᴅᴇs ᴍʏ sᴡᴏʀᴅ ɪғ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴏɴᴏʀ?)

[Jᴀʀᴅ @OfClanOrdo]

@THESITHKNIGHT — at her for a moment before slowly rising to his feet. He then turned and walked away, his steady footfalls carrying him away from the place of skirmish.

[Jᴀʀᴅ @OfClanOrdo]

@THESITHKNIGHT “No.” Came the convicting reply from the Mandalorian. “I’m a survivor.” <Our people are survivors...>

He then reached forward, placing his hand beneath her chin, taking hold of the mask and lifting upward, the mask falling to the ground.

“And your just a girl.”

He looked —

[Jᴀʀᴅ @OfClanOrdo]

@THESITHKNIGHT — sticking into the ground just beside her head.

[Jᴀʀᴅ @OfClanOrdo]

@THESITHKNIGHT — spoke, he pushed upward and shifted his weight, throwing himself into a roll, coming to rest atop her, the knife within his hand now at her throat.

“And for the record, I never said I killed this ‘him’ you speak of.” The final words spoken, he dropped the knife, the blade —