A dense collection of rocks came across Arch’s path. He continued jogging through the forest up to them and immediately stopped when he saw what was past them – a twenty foot drop deep into the forest.
Obstacles.
The bounty hunter fed a heavy-duty, thick rope through the rocks and tied it...
There must be one bartender in this creator forsaken galaxy that doesn’t want money for answers; a bartender that just wanted to freely give information to everyone that asked! That was a dream that every bounty hunter had. Or at least Arch had. But sometimes you have to grease the gears to get...
"Now, it's common belief," Gaull flaunted his knowledge and skill the tranquilizer gun, spinning it around his finger. "You get this batrachotoxin from a certain frog's sweat, from the Dendrobatidae family, when in reality--" he stopped spinning the gun and fired it at a tree. There was a loud...
VVVVRRRRRRRRRRR
Check ion engine!
Check ion engine!
Check ion engine!
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“Tch-kai-on ennjinn, I gotcha.”
Arch wiggled his moustache in frustration. He knew the engine needed to be checked as soon as it shot a plume of smoke when he had landed. Stupid computer. The humid...
My bounty-thequickerpickerupper-hunter character, Arch, is... well, a bounty hunter. His reasoning for this particular case would be for money. Because that's what most bounty hunters do work for, from what I understand of their profession.
I'm not particularly interested in having him die...