Recent content by Tacitus Agrippa

Preef was dead? "... Mon Cala makes a lot more sense now." There was some legitimate grief at the knowledge that his boss was dead and it actually came as a surprise to Tacitus. He was caught off-guard by the realization that he had actually, kind of, cared about his boss. It had seemed so...

This... was all kinds of messed up. He was sat here in a prison interrogation room with the President of one of the major powers in the Galaxy because the family he had pledged himself to had managed to not so much kick the hornet's nest and light the damned thing on fire. The hells were they...

Not yet? Kark, the balls on this guy must have been made out of sheer bronzium for him to just casually drop in a line like that. From half the stories he'd heard about the President of the ISC... if the dude did have bronzium balls? Half the Galactic senate would have wicked bruises on their...

His ambitions had run away with him and ran him right into a hole. If he had thought that they would lead him to an icy hole on Rothana he would have done his best to try and learn some humility. But it had run counter to so much of what he had learned growing up so... he probably wouldn't have...

Tacitus had missed some cardio days in his time away from the spotlight it was true but, in his defense, he had not expected to be chasing down desperate slaves within the first mission back. Honestly, even if he had worked on his cardio she likely would have gotten a good lead on him anyway –...

Trafficking people was not something Tacitus enjoyed purely because the prison sentences for sentient trafficking were much longer than for other crimes. And trafficking people tended to not actually earn enough credits for it to be reasonably worth the risk. But he had signed on because he...

Tacitus was already beginning to think that the news might have undersold this AMS kark because the infected were far faster than anyone had given any indication they would be. Cursing, he corrected for the unexpected speed and fired off another duo of shots to put down another two of them. One...

A ship full of scoundrels all ready to get paid their weight in credits, blood, adventure and reputation – what more could a guy ask for? That Tal was here as well was handy. The Mando was about as subtle as a brick which worked absolutely perfectly here because they weren’t being subtle; they...

Rorak 4 Looting from the dead was such an underappreciated art-form in Tacitus' own, humble, opinion. Stealing from someone when they were still alive was all well and good and was, point of fact, half of what he did with his time but stealing from people who were already dead? Well that...

Tacitus was both drunk and high enough to know that, intellectually, this could only end well. Preef was too good of a shot with a blaster to be a shrak shot with a knife right? That was right... he was sure that throwing a knife was basically the same as pulling a trigger and shooting a blaster...

Tacitus grinned and waved a little bit at Vri when the Rodian brightly shouted out at him. She had a set of lungs on her that was for damned sure - did Rodians have more lungs than humans? Would it be rude to ask her out loud or was this dumb line of thinking from the heady mixture of decent...

Spice? Kark yeah! Tacitus didn't have the faintest clue who the hells the bald guy was but he was speaking his language and he had product to back it up - which meant that whoever he was (Sal Russo it seemed) was now going to end up being one of his best friends for the night. Shaking the man's...

Tacitus was late and there wasn’t really a way around that – he’d gone past the stage of being fashionably late and skipped straight over into being actually late. Still, arriving dressed in his customary armored suit, Tacitus grimaced a little bit as he noticed that Preef had been looking a bit...

Karked – everything about the job was karked and Tacitus was already thinking of the best way to get the hell out of dodge. The best way was to get the hell off the ship so he did, throwing himself out of the ship just after Preef had done the same. He was resourceful but he was currently far...

They had an exit? Well this he had to see because he wasn’t about to admit he didn’t fancy his odds at tangling with a dinosaur and coming out looking as pretty as he did currently. Blasters and sword? Yeah sure he would take his chances but claws the length of his hand? Yeah he was very much...