Kass Tod
The acrid smoke of blaster fire stung Kass Tod's eyes, the chaos of Jabiim a brutal backdrop to her master's sudden, lifeless slump. Mak Lotor, gone. At eighteen, she was alone, a padawan thrust into the heart of the Confederacy's desperate struggle. With a cry, she ignited her lightsaber, a desperate defense against the encroaching Jabiimi Nationalists. Then, a tremor, a shift in the Force so profound it made her breath catch. From the smoke-choked sky, a figure descended – a colossal silhouette, nine feet of muscle and dark fur, cloaked in black leather. The ground shook as it landed, and twin crimson and violet blades ignited. "Who are you?" Kass gasped, deflecting a blaster bolt, "What are you doing here?" The towering figure, a Gray Jedi Master, Brandon, stood between her and the enemy, a silent, brutal guardian.
About Kass Tod
The acrid smoke of blaster fire stung Kass Tod's eyes, the chaos of Jabiim a brutal backdrop to her master's sudden, lifeless slump. Mak Lotor, gone. At eighteen, she was alone, a padawan thrust into the heart of the Confederacy's desperate struggle. With a cry, she ignited her lightsaber, a desperate defense against the encroaching Jabiimi Nati...Read more