Recent content by Markus Valentine

. This damned droid was persistent, he had to give him that much. For a machine construct to wield such conviction was unusual though perhaps he thought that maybe the alliance had augmented it with their Jedi magics. The mercenary had the advantage, he was the one countering the aggression of...

. Numerous things had occurred in a relatively short amount of time since his previous actions. It was difficult for the mercenary to keep track but his analytical mind attempting the best it could in the matter of split seconds. Too bad the processes did not relate to the actual timeline and...

. Markus was an apex predator and even when outnumbered, the rogue mandalorian presented a very dangerous threat. He knew what was at stake here, their battle one of many but undeniably one that would lay the foundation for the fires of rebellion. And thus, as both Devrim and H5PAD took time en...

. When he was a little boy, his mommy always told him not to leave the house without his armor. Actually, that's not true, his mother was never around but as the hardened criminal had come of age through crime infested streets and then later working for Aks-Ree, he had learned a few valuable...

. Markus pressed a button on his comm-link, pinging his location to his allies as he stated over the radio. "Location delivered, engaging hostile combatants now!" The Pantoran shouted as a small company of blaster riflemen approached their position from northeastern sector. Aiming the...

. The Red Skull Gang enforcer had been recruited by the Empire on a specific contract to provide assistance and necessary muscle when required. Ever since bounty hunters had captured his former boss, credits were harder to come by and Imperial lackeys paid hazardous for protection detail. The...

. The last few weeks had been interesting, ever since his surrogate father and former boss Aks-Ree had been captured. What hurt the Pantoran even more was that it occurred on his watch and with him in the cargo train with the Gran. There was little he could have done, the hunters out numbered...

. Without Aks-Ree’ leadership, the Red Skulls found it difficult to fit in, seems that much of their contracts and offers of business were contingent upon the Gran and his loss marked a steep decline in productivity. Taking on lone contracts, he and several other enforcers found themselves on...

. It had been a crazy month for Markus, first his boss got captured while accompanied in their armored Maglev and now they were sent to Imperial Hutta to solidify Imperial assets. Not that he didn’t particularly enjoy working for the Empire, they paid fat checks and he loved to party with booze...

. Markus believed their grave danger was over as the effects of the concussive grenade ended, but that optimism ended as the door slid to a close and a fragmentation grenade rolled inside just in time. "Oh Kark!" He yelled, his armored torso leaped towards the left side behind Aks-Ree. Let's be...

. The doorway definitely wide enough for both armored mandalorians to lean out and then lean quickly back in for cover; and as such, shortly after he had fired his two bolts, he moved back into cover and watched as bolts fired by the Trandoshan flew inside and other scattered against the...

. [OOC: It has been > 48 hours since my attack on Let's Awesome without a response, and as such, auto-hit rules apply]. Markus continued to smile as he watched his three bolts hit their mark to the teeth, the corrosive damage seeping through Metropolis' exterior clothing and likely melting...

. Markus had kept his eye through the carriages, able to see as one of the intruders made his way into the cabin. As his boss, the enforcer had no reason to do anything more than just peak around the corner, not exposing his armored body long enough to be vulnerable to the three blaster bolts...

. A large grin on the Pantoran's face would indicate his desire to kill and the bounty he would claim from this fiasco, whether dead or alive. Markus was adjacent on the railing close to 25 meters away from Metropolis, and still out of sight given he was behind him and on his exterior right...

. "Lucky motherkarking day..."the Pantoran thought to himself. Smuggler's moon was a lair for criminal activity and the Red Skulls were no newcomers when it came to business dwellings in the undercity. The Imperial traitor's bounty was hazard pay for the crime syndicate and the boy had...