Recent content by Jon Dromon

Vnidia. Now there was another company name for Jon Dromon to not have any clue about it. He knew mainly just those companies who wanted to pay him, present company notwithstanding. He also didn’t know much about cinnamon rolls, but one place had the best egg noodles and egg rolls he had ever...

As Amer flashed her badge, Jon wondered what entity she belonged to and fought for as a marine. He just wasn’t that interested and was too far away to read any fine print anyway but at least she seemed to know what she was doing so that was good enough for him. “Yeah, you two’re interferin’ in...

Jon could say one thing about these Mandalorian hippopotamuses. When they spoke, when they took to action, when they said or did just about anything really, they tended to get everybody’s attention. Dromon hadn’t even noticed the bench at his left and the di’kut upon it until Sergeant Ki’dut...

Great. A shootout in this side of town was not what Jon Dromon had intended to happen. Sure, there’d be more credits, but spooking an assassin generally wasn’t a good thing, especially this particular target that only he seemed to know about except for Amer. Worst came to worst, the Duros...

Jon considered his partner’s advice to keep blowing smoke but realized it was as much his fault as the wind. Unlike Sir Barksalot, getting all bent out of shape over words was an amateur move. He didn’t have time to get offended and was as interested in meeting this assassin as he was interested...

Jon figured the best way to bag this assassin was to be in their presence. He further figured that it may be best to wait until they discover where the Badger was located. Beyond that, maybe one of them knew the location of this treasure of beskar. So, weigh his options, Jon Dromon did. In this...

“Is there somethin’ you’re not tellin’ me, Dromon?” Was there something that Jon Dromon wasn’t telling Wolf or Dog for short? Oh. So. Many. Things. I probably know a lot you don't. “More than one thing, huckleberry.” He breathed easy “For instance—” -CLICK- What was it that Ranger said? Rad...

To be honest, Jon Dromon was just asking the question to be curious. In the end, Zaia Krodas had given him nothing to think over with her answer, but ultimately what could she say? They were all in the same boat anyway. Whether they were looking for Endyr or for the Badger, whether the Badger...

Wolves. Dingos. Hippos. Badgers. Where would Jon Dromon be in this universe without his blaster? A poor bounty hunter, that was for sure, however he was no assassin outright. Dead. Or. Alive. That was his motto. His MO. So he kept his weapons close: blaster and the stuncuffs just in case the...

Jon’s conversation ended, he sighed out smoke and closed his phone. Question came his way. No, a comment made by a woman who knew better than to make fun of this man. Granted, that didn’t mean she cared one way or the other and, while he’d never much admit it, he liked her spirit. “Baldy.”...

[“Yeah. Somethin’ bout a grave hell city… two agents, male and ooh, female with a nice ass… a shepherd? … killed someone… naked Hippo… everythin’ sponsored by the Badger… renegade Seraph.”] “...” To be honest, Jon didn’t even feel like he was sharing this table with anyone else at the moment...

["Well, the Ranger and I thought we found ‘im. Turned out to be a karkin’ hippo. One of ‘em Mando types.”] There was a long pause as Jon Dromon just blinked at the nearest object which happened to be a Human stripper. He wasn’t really in the business of objectifying women, that is, though on...

He didn’t intend for this. It was definitely an accident. He had just been sitting on his bar stool, minding his own business, enjoying the entertainment and half-naked going on naked strippers weren’t exactly included with it. Maybe that was because of his character. Cold. Ruthless...

If anything, these three stooges served only the performance of annoying the Duros. That much was enough to get him off his stool and get down to business for some dirty and gritty beatings. He had enough distractions already and he didn’t mean the liquor or the strippers. Finding this damn...

Granted, Zaia Krodas couldn’t grasp the other objective that Jon Dromon had in this establishment. He wasn’t just here to find the Badger. There was another Mandalorian he had to meet with but they weren’t in the beskar’gam of black and purple of Clan Hippo either. Rather, they wouldn’t even...