Recent content by Tristan Van-Ice

Tristan put up three fingers and nodded to the waiter in silence. He would also have himself a Caf. Although, maybe a few glasses of liquor would have been better, the tension was growing increasingly in the booth, every party seeming to lack trust in each other. Tristan would have thought that...

Tristan watched as the last two mercenaries made their way inside the Wooden Leg House. The Zeltron scratched his chin nervously as he started to notice that they all seemed to be seasoned vets. He glanced at the man leaning on the pillar for a moment. Tristan was asking himself how many kills...

His very first mission as a free man. The young Zeltron had jumped on the next shuttle to Coruscant once he had received that cryptic message from Mira. There wasn't much of a job description, but it did mention something about making him rich, and rich is exactly what he wanted to be. Tristan...