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Q'san hit the ground, dazed and blinded by the grenade, but determined, he stood to his feet, and used his jump boots to leap ten meters to his right, where he knew the base of the building was, though, in that moment, he was blind and deaf. Narrowly avoiding melee with the Mandalorian, he could...

Q'san landed safely on the bridge, but immediately jumped forward over the bannister, to a ramp leading up the back of the bridge, to avoid the effects of the concussion grenade, as it was thrown where he once stood, and detonating on impact. While his ears still rang, the concussion grenade...

While the other two gunners were suppressing the Mandalorians, forcing them behind cover, Q'san tracked the movements of the Mandalorian he'd trained on moments before, taking time to reposition himself as the Mandalorian moved up the right flank of the causeway, through the trees and boulders...

Q'san sat crouched behind his Durasteel cover, ready at the gate of the Comms Center, his Repeater readied, and aimed outward at the causeway, leading to the entrance of the Comms Center. Q'san was entrenched behind a large U-shaped Durasteel barrier that stood 6 feet high, and was reinforced...

Q'san took point in front of the group of soldiers, keeping a watchful eye over the crowd of primitive sentients. If a toe went out of line, he was trained to subdue and neutralize if necessary, by way of detainment, or beating said individual to a pulp. He'd rather stick to the parameters of...

Diplomatic missions put a sour taste in Q'san's mouth. If he wasn't fighting something, he wanted nothing to do with it, but whatever the higher-ups wanted, he did it with a begrudging grin on his face. Thats what was expected, at least. "Sir, yes, sir!" he said standing up from his seat...

Q'san entered the meeting in full Enforcer armor, and a single Pugio pistol on his hip. He had been kept busy as of late as a CQC instructor at one of the many training facilities, since the restructuring began. He took off his helmet before entering, and bowed at the hip, to the Sith Lord...

Q'san counted six individuals, counting the leader, whom had been released from Victress' grasp, and was currently balled up on the ground, gasping for air. Q'san wasted no time with negotiations, and simply thought the streets of Taris would be better off with one less group of gunrunners in...

Q'san walked in, a tad behind the other agents, having been turned around on more than one occasion in the maze that was their base. It didn't help that he had not set foot on Dromund Kaas in ten years. "Sorry, I'm late. I have no excuses for my tardiness," he says, bowing his head to Darth...

Q'san shrugged, "Kark it, I'll kill 'em all, and make that prick watch," he said, before dropping the launcher, and swinging his hand down to his thigh holster, holding his primed and ready scatterblaster and gripped it with both hands, aiming and firing scattershot into the main body of the...

Q'san decided a tactical retreat was the best course of action, with the intel they had gained. The Rebels were here, and they had acquired armor. He knew what needed to be done, now, and he'd come back with something for it. Along with Markov, he retreated, to come back another day, more...

Q'san was accustomed to urban warfare, and riot control, not trekking through miles and miles of snow. Nevertheless, he adopted Arctic style paint on his armor for the mission and sucked it up. He stood ready, with his primary rifle wrapped, and concealed underneath white cloth, and his pack was...

Q'san stood at a gun range in Lower Taris, owned by a small-time weapons dealer, a Pau'un pirate who came up to Q'san with an offer he couldn't walk away from. After receiving, he was given a chance to test it out, with dummy grenades, which were essentially low-grade fireworks stuffed into a...

Q'san had some free time on his hands, so he lent himself out to a crime-lord he'd met one drunken night, or rather, racking up a huge tab, and became mildly indebted to a Nor'baal Fanth. For this mission, however, he stripped his Sith Enforcer Armor and bought a blacked out set of Brutus...

Q'san burst forward with his wrist blades engaged, and pistol drawn in his left hand, catching up with the Sith Lord and bounding forward with his jump boots, and thrusting his blades at one rebel, who dipped left, and struck him with the butt of his rifle, which knocked the aim off of the next...