Recent content by Morgan Gannik

"Morgan Gannik," the hunter replied as Skolas, and he began to stalk off away from the Chem House. It was best for them to get moving quickly, other members of the establishment sponsoring gang would be along soon to check out the commotion, and Morgan was in no mood for a more protracted...

Stopping out the front of the chem-den, Morgan leaned against the wall to the right of the doorframe. Then, lighting a stim, he waited, assuming Skolas would follow him downstairs once he had collected his contract. "Good for you," Morgan replied, not giving his name in response as he considered...

With Skolas not rising to the threat and signalling that he had no interest in a conflict, Morgan stowed his micro-rocket launcher and returned his focus to the Twi'lek. "I'll make this simple, he gives me what I want, then he's all yours," Morgan stated rhetorically "- I'm looking for this...

Morgan had not foreseen that he was being followed. A reckless mistake, and one he would do his best to avoid making in future. Becoming aware of the Yuatja as it reached the top of the stairs, given away by its heavy footsteps, Morgan drew a second firearm, an R-799 micro-missile gun. He...

With his path into the den now unimpeded, Morgan headed inside. Approaching the front door, which slid open on a rusty mechanism, he kept his peacemaker in his hand and briefly gasped when the stench of burned-out chem tubes struck him. The den was a drab affair, the entrance door heading to a...

The tracing program took a matter of moments to bring up the estimated location of the contact. A low-level chem peddler on Ord Cantrell, a Twi'lek named 'Orochi'. Morgan sneered as an old bounty record-flared HUD matched the identity of the chem peddler he needed to see. He wondered if the...

Location: Ord Cantrell "I don't know where she is!" the diminutive vendor yelled. Morgan glanced over the edge of the work surface behind which a small blue-skinned humanoid was cowering. The numerous marks around the alien's mouth and nose marked it as a chem user and a prolific one. "You've...

A small and unremarkable diner, the sign half off the wall and next to impossible to read. Morgan sighed as he walked inside, dressed for work in his armour and strolled past a bored-looking bouncer playing Pazaak with a patron rather than doing his job. He wasn't all that shocked; there was no...