"I do not say any of this to put myself down, Raven," he says, and in the way all people are just scared older versions of their younger selves. "I worry now that you might be forgetting what you deserve in order to hold tighter to what you want. Be careful, Raven," he says, and offers her a kind sm...

"No, but if they are the source of them.. and have blinded me to seeing you as you are, a unique and capable warrior then.." he breathes deep. Looking to her for the moment, because words were failing him anyway. "I need to know. Not for my sake alone. If it is true, then you deserve one who sees yo...

"I do have to try," he says, but Raven knew he would already. This was Praxton, and he apparently had a daughter. There was no reality in which this man turned his back on that. It was, after all, something he has always wanted at one time. "It.. is not what troubles me most, Raven," he says, breath...

"Would you listen to the other side of the story?" he asks, and by so doing says all he might need to say. His.. apparent daughter was a Mandalorian after all. There was much pride in being a Mandalorian and that was the cause of so many problems, like this one. Hearing the other side means you must...

Praxton was a man prone to shying away from touch. It was a struggle for him on the best of days, at times. Right now, though it concerned him deeply how it would seem immediately after his hand did pull away. Was he worthy? Was he wrong to want it? Why did he want it? These weren't the questions he...

Praxton's helm rests down by the heel of his boot. Parked in one of the two chairs he'd set up out here her looks out into the distance. A contemplative expression reating upon his features. Despite the days events, it appears almost as if the Empire was not hanging overhead. Their Star Destroyer vi...

"I can carry one from here," he says, directing attention to the backpack on his back. Though Praxton seems distracted, lost in thought. There has been much revealed today and none of it makes sense. [Base roll to climb is Athletics Hard with two Setback. Jetpack negates. Ascension gear makes hse of...

When the rest of the team nearly fell further into the ships depths Praxton was quick to rush to the edge. Giving a hand to Raven when she scrambled out of the way, and Lysa as well to reduce the strain of her weary body. Being brought back to the threat by the shout from behind him, calling his nam...

"Thin the numbers! Watch yourselves," he shouts, speaking to the others in Mando'a. There was worry in his movements that Raven could see, the way that Forte and Lysa had become exposed was dangerous. Now it was a scramble to see who would be left standing. Readying for the long haul, the seasoned w...

"Lysa you still with us??" he shouts over the din of battle. Stepping out from behind his cover for a moment to place a well aimed hit into the heart of one of the encroaching troopers sending him to the ground and tagging the other off his pauldron. Finding safety from return fire again he seems di...

"We hold them here. Force a line," he calls out, and moves forward. Taking up a position alongside one of the bulkheads nearest the large double-sided hallway that the enemy is likely to ingress from.

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Maneuver: Move 1 band closer.
Action: Take cover. (Full)

"Don't underestimate an enemy," Praxton reminds, his words cool while he prepares himself for combat. A glance over his shoulder toward his wife offers that connection between the two for that brief private moment even across the dark room. They were ready, they were all ready. No one was going to f...

"Claymore tells that Saxon even has a squad hunting us, and I hope that we can get out of here before they become a problem. Still.. we have the people of New Hope to consider," he says, sighing a little but propping up his shoulders with a little more confidence. "We did bring the Empire to their n...

"Please," he asks, and mostly because it adds to that effect between them than any particular need. Stepping into a little more of an open space and shifting his body as to best aid her in that little task.

"What did you bring us?" he asks, glancing over his shoulder at the procured meal.

"Think one of the few who stop to ask are you and my wife," he cracks, glancing to her but not smiling. Praxton rarely smiles, but Fè has known him long enough to be able to see it in his eyes. Over the last year or so, he had seemed to smile in his own way a little more frequently. Sighing, he does...

Raven kept an eye on the others as they moved on ahead, then looked back to Praxton as they had their private talk. "Asking around town here, or where you thinking of that pirate-location?" she inquired, sharing his concern. While she had full faith in his abilities to take care of himself, a part ...

Taking a quick aside with Raven, Praxton's hand on her shoulder invites her away a moment as the others start to walk. That touch of privacy gained, "Keep an eye on the kids for me? I want to start asking around about that doctor. Just.. I have a feeling," he says, and though the visor concealed it ...

"They are," he added simply as the group has approached. When they did, Praxton did his share to the introduction, "This is Mayor Jalress. A good sort with a couple of local problems," he offers, but the slight raise of his hand near his side shows how he reminds himself to wait through the introduc...

Waving over in return to his wife, it would be hard to see the smile he did wear under his helmet. Without a secondary thought he is quick to be sure to beckon the group over. Never the most expressive of men he certainly was ever glad to see he might have help. Considering he was the only one betwe...

Praxton Biographical Information: Homeworld: Mandalore Birthdate: 43 BBY (35 Years Old) Married: Raven Cadera Description: Species: Human Mandalorian Gender: Male Height: 6'0" Hair: High and tight, mostly brown with flecks of grey. Eye Color: Dull Green Younger brother to Prayton Saxon, the leader ...