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Another day, another shite-tip he was sent to kick over. Lorcan loved his job. And this time he didn’t have to play nice with some red-skinned weaklings with delusions of grandeur based on ancient Sith giving them the Dark Side equivalent of a pity fuck. No, he got to actually engage on a...

It had been a joke. Lorcan had made a karking joke about looting whatever passed for Palpatine’s tomb/grave/ditch in an attempt to steal the cane he used to be seen with. Worse, he’d made the joke while shooting gooey Sith clones or whatever while raiding some weird pureblood tomb with Stolas...

Swamps? Swamps were karking awful. Lorcan hadn't ever really thought about what he would need to prepare for swamp warfare but he had been forced to do just that before arriving on the planet. Standing in the bay of his gunship, he kind of just stared at the Sith who was coming with him on the...

Dressed up in his Freelancer gear, Lorcan sighed a little bit as he idly waited for the time to come where he would actually have to do something. Hurry up and wait was something he was increasingly familiar with, though it still got on his nerves. Watching containers getting loaded up with...

Of all the people he thought he'd end up doing some Freelance work with, Doc was not one of them. That had been his stance for a long old time until he started getting the buzz about her cooking up a vaccine to all the AMS shite running around ruining the Galaxy. One thing that he had heard was...

“Honestly, Tiamat, this is going to work and it’s going to be awesome.” Lorcan declared as he marched around the small cargo hold of his gunship, “We’re going full on OLD SCHOOL when it comes to this action, kid. Proper deception is the key to all successful warfare shrak right here.” Dressed...

Lorcan hadn't spoken to Doc in a hot minute and what a minute it had been. He'd gotten up to so much shite since the last time he spoke to her and the last time they'd worked together. His career as a PI had had a bit of a shot to the skull since then so it was back to what he did best; he was...

Finding a Ranger to talk to you when you claimed to have evidence on a case they were working was fairly easy to do, all things considered, when you knew how they worked on a level that only came with first hand experience. Saying just the right thing to get a Ranger to come out to a dirty back...

Was Lorcan allowed to hang out at "Ranger hungouts" anymore? He wasn't sure and no one had made any move to kick up a fuss and try and get him kicked out of the ramen bar yet despite the fact that he could see a couple of Rangers he had known while on the force. Waving once to someone he knew...

Lorcan might have done his best to get rid of some of his big vices but he wasn't going squeaky clean by any means. So when he called the two people he was working with on this job, he also lit up a cigarette. It was bad for his health, sure, but in his experience that only mattered if you lived...

Lorcan was getting used to not carrying a weapon at his side these days but it was still something that left him feeling a little exposed. Waiting in the entrance hall of the residence of a dead man wasn't the most comfortable he could ever be either he would freely admit to himself. But the...

Lorcan had gotten the confession, signed and videoed so that everyone could see that he wasn't holding a blaster to the CEO's head. Instead the man was coming to terms with the fact that he was going to have to deal with the fallout - it likely had something to do with the fact that Lorcan had...

A Bolo-Class Corvette. Lorcan honestly wanted to know just who these pirates had managed to blackmail that had big enough pockets to give them one of these puppies. Because the yards that made them weren't too strict but he damned well knew that none of them would be able to pull a score big...

Ryloth was a dirty place, a really filthy place. Not only in the physical sense because public works weren't seen as important by the damned locals but also in the moral sense. Generations of being captured as bed slaves and the like meant that the local Twi'lek population knew one thing above...

Starliners were supposed to be the height of luxury but right now Lorcan honestly wanted to be done with the whole ship - how quickly a person could get sick of a few hundred other sentients right? It had taken him shorter than most he would guess. He wasn't usually the kind of person who could...

Blue Sunset Contractors. They were the company who had arranged for the genemods and the cybernetics to be made. They were the ones who had financed and supplied the laboratory that had actually conducted the experiments. And they were the ones who had taken vulnerable people from their homes...

Ranger Lorcan was a long ways from home. As a sector ranger he had taken missions away from the core, of course, but Ryloth was probably about as far out as he had ever been at this point in his life. Normally he would assume he was here to break up one of the innumerable slavery rings that...

One of the worst things, to Lorcan's mind, about a breaching attack in space was just how unknown everything about it was. He was crammed in the back of a ship with Thalia and eight other rangers (four under the command of each other them) with no windows and no way of knowing where they were...

Corran and Kal had already made their attack on the refueling depot which was useful but the Rangers still needed to strike at the main issue with the base on this jagged little rock; the fighters. The pirates themselves were nothing to write home about but a pirate in a dagger-class starfighter...

Blowing up fighters? Well Lorcan wasn't usually the kind of guy to volunteer for a space-based mission but he was exactly the kind of person who would do whatever it took to make sure his first big mission in charge was a success. He had been the one to draw the conclusion that the pirates...