Recent content by Marcella Wren

She glanced at Tecov, but didn't say anything beneath her helmet except for a grumble of annoyance from the company that invited themselves to her ship. The woman braced against the crate, feeling it vibrate from the amount of blaster bolts they were unloading into it. She frowned, but was...

Though there was haste in her step, the woman's overall demeanor was collected and calm. It wasn't unheard of for vandals to mess with ships in certain docks located around the the city and it wasn't unheard of that vandals didn't discriminate, but certain tucked tail when they find out who...

Did it make her feel better if he agreed with her? Marci bobbed her head from side to side and gave her fellow Mandalorian a grin. He then introduced himself and Marcella had to think of the last time she had heard of the Skirata's running around. Not a name she commonly heard, many took on...

Grug was killed here with a little assistance, but very dead nonetheless. @Malon @Nefieslab @Deviant

It seemed like there was some other trouble going on as the swine looked as though he tripped over his own two feet. He was a disgusting creature and Marcella thought perhaps he was diseased, or maybe someone's dinner, she didn't know, she didn't care as he didn't seem to take notice of the...

Serenno was...nice...she guessed, it was a lot better than she thought it would be like and the parties seemed to have more class. It was a nice change than some she had attended on Mandalore where a party would be considered everyone wearing their armor and drinking an excessive amount of ale...

Marcella just starred at him as he responded, his indepth analysis of the purpose of sports was not something she was expecting or wanted to really debate. She wondered if he is like this with everyone or just trying to impress her with some brains; regardless of the reason, Marcella was...

The plan was get some fuel, some drinks for the go, and then blast back to Mandalore. Most people would try to get shut eye on their journey through hyperspace, Marcella however, enjoyed drinking, it kept her from delving into existential questioning about her purpose and changes in her life...

Marci waited for the rest of the team to pass her before she followed, stepping over the bodies and pieces of bodies, but making sure to grab a relatively in take pulse wave rifle. She checked it out, making sure it would still be in good use before following and sticking at the end for...

She was probably on her third or fourth glass by the time she felt self-conscious about sitting at the table an not making polite conversation. His eyes seemed stuck on the holo screen, skimming the latest grav-ball scores from the inner-rim leagues. She hadn't paid much attention to the sport...

"Of course you do..." she mumbled and rolled her eyes. Marcella rolled her shoulders back, readying herself for another fight, except this one she wasn't getting paid for doing into in the ring. Slightly disappointing to the Mandalorian, but she guessed she could loot whatever credits they...

The rest caught up to her when she had reached the intersection; Nolan stood beside her, weapon at hand, but seemed smart enough to point it away from the woman and not at her torso. He unclipped a concussion grenade and Allard had also joined, removing a grenade of his own, activating it along...

With her helmet clipped to her belt, Marcella decided she had worked a little too hard this evening and should reward herself with a night of alcohol, her best friend. Unlike people, alcohol was predictable and it never let her down; the establishment she picked was a popular one and she knew...

Nolan suggested her to go first and she was more than happy to do so; one of the men (@Ecclessey) pointed their rifle at the locked door, blasting it open, the terrorists inside were waiting for the group, firing their weapons before anyone could enter. Marci pulled a frag grenade, activated...

Marci could feel the adrenaline still running through her veins as the ref pulled her backwards and away from Chik, but the woman still kept her eye on him, she trusted him as far as she could throw him. There were cheers though for her victory and she raised her own fist (the one she had beat...