Recent content by Marion Kestrel

Marion had been slicing Zyggerrian systems for near his entire adult life at this point, something DEFINITELY not learned via legal means. However, this was a case where this skillset was completely needed. He waited patiently for the signal, trying to keep out of the way and seem like a...

Marion gives a look around the Den, having already noticed the disapproving glances and barely veiled stares of animosity, yet still needed to make a show of things. He sighed dramatically, shrugging as he stood back up. "You'd figure you would find civilization on a planet like Anaxes. Guess I...

"Well, it's not the flashiest gambling joint I've been in, yet that doesn't mean I won't be able to make a killing here anyway." Marion gave a crooked smile as he stepped into the Pazaak Den, dressed as he usually had been during his pirating days against the Zyggerrians. Long, thick trenchcoat...

Good thing field first aid kits were made for just these kinds of situations. Some water to clean the mud and dried blood from the wound, some antiseptic, some gauze and painkillers, all appled to each wound. He ended up using the full kit on her as she was more injured than he was, sure that...

His first attempt to end the fight would end poorly for him. Marion leapt forward from his defensive stance with his cutlass coming around in a half moon movement to try to slice through the Abomination's neck. So focused he was on ending the fight, though, that he neglected the second tentacle...

"NO!" Marion hadn't lost a partner yet and he wasn't about to do so here. He lunged forward, cutlass in front of him with the tip pointed low as he tracked the distortion on top of Vaska. The illusion was making him second guess the target of his strike, yet it was her cry and the blood coming...

The response from Vaska was pretty much what he had expected. Oh well, he figured he would have to prove himself. He followed the woman through the woods until she crouched, following suit and watching as she tracked their target. A feline? A panther, perhaps? Or a leopard? Neither seemed normal...

Marion may have been a pirate, yet he had been a pirate with a personal code of honor. He only attacked slavers, as they had been and in a way still were his worst enemy, and had freed many from oppression during his adventures. He had joined the Republic believing that if he got in at the...

"Of course, Mr. Evrett. Thank you for your time and agreement." The man glared at Marion as he spoke, though since there was nothing for him to snap at he instead waved them away with a furious motion. The pirate knew when to pick his battles and by all accounts they had already won this one...

Marion inwardly sighed at the development, noting that something had clicked for his companion during the last few seconds. This made him think there was something he didn't know going against him that was worse than what he had thought. This put him off his game a bit, something Viktor had...

At the mention of their business, and with the opening ceremony concluded, Marion reached into the pocket of his suit to take out some documents he had prepared. When taking this job originally he had made sure to list down exactly what his employer wanted from the deal. Then he made some other...

Mr. Evrett was perhaps the personification of disgruntled executive working for a job he didn't actually want. To be sure, his midnight-blue suit and checker-pattern tie were impeccably pressed and straight, his hair short and gelled to near perfect symmetry, and he had not a single trace of a...

To be back on the planet he now considered his home was unexpected. The office of Borstal Defense Limited that they were visiting to win the Turbolaser contract had been a building Marion had seen many times but had never had cause to enter. Now, though, he was taking in every little detail like...

Marion took in every little mannerism and word spoken by his client, giving a smile as his tail swished behind him in a pleased manner. "No need to worry about which hand to shake. Some I've met haven't even had a hand to greet with. Poor fellows. In any case, shall we get to business?" He began...

Well...Of all the things Marion was expecting to see, the used ship hidden in an out of the way mechanical bay on Corellia was surprisingly exactly what he had envisioned. The Amaran didn't have many friends, so the ones he did have he listened to quite closely. One had let him know of a Givin...