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Trench watched in horror as bad went worse. Civilian casualties. These Rangers had botched it by immediately opening fire in a crowded Casino. With the Trandoshan successfully gone and some of the gangs other warriors departing, there only remained a few enemies, save Maifus' security detail...

The Barabel would laugh as it continued to charge, its thick scales heavily resistant to blasters. As Aka chimed into the others, the Barabel would wrap his arms around the Mando and lift him heavenwards before slamming him back down onto the ground, before stepping between the Mando and the...

Ord Mantell. A shit box and a half. And five months undercover. Aside from the obvious slaving they did, the casino had been a front for some up and coming street gang known as the Mantell Vipers. A stupid name, for a stupid gang. Who the hell ran prostitution circuts in their own hotel? It took...

"Good. Be a damn shame if I had to kill ya after this." Trench said in jest. Then the Vahla did something that Trench never saw coming. He offered him his lightsaber. Trench may have had a great many thoughts on the Jedi and the Sith.. but a lightsaber? The helmet would hide the broad grin as...

There was something about a confused Wookie roar that very much so amused Trench. His laugh was pain-laden and very rushed. Because his Wookie was now trying to bite through his armor, the paulron. And he could feel the metal bending and the breath leaving his lungs as the Wookie hugged him...

"Walk to me, hands raised. Good. Good." Trench would say as the Wookies approached. "Now you will take a hard right and approach the other Rangers at the exit. Keep your hands up the entire way. You will then be quarantined and tested for the infection. Nod your heads if you comply." Both would...

Okay, so the guy wasn't a Jedi or a Sith, he was just Jedi... adjacent. Trench supposed that was acceptable. Other than that, the guy seemed well enough. "So then.. What's your take on the Pajama Bandits? They still take children?" he asked. All force users knew that stuff, right? "Ah hell nah...

Kaly would offer Bast a knowing smile accompanied by a wink, before tending to other customers, though if any of them needed something she was never too far to swing back to service them. Though Trench was normally good at hiding his emotions, the clear disdain brewing for the Chief would show...

Trench would laugh good naturedly at the quip. "Yeah, that's the goal. So what are you, a Jedi or something?" he asked, gesturing to Grams armor, it looked kinda monkish to him. He really hoped he wasn't a Jedi. "I'll stick with Gram. Doubt I can yell the whole thing mid fire fight once the...

Jericho Trench had stirred the hornets nest just by meeting with Corran Velt. Somehow, it had gotten back to the Chief and he called Trench in the very next day. Now, the specifics were unknown by the old man, but Jericho was sure it wouldn't be too hard to put two and two together. So, of...

Oooh boy, this cat was at stop two, drink two, and he was already shooting to be the next big Rocket Ranger. "Two? Oh shih, ya don't say. Ya a real, drinker now, my man." Trench would say with a smirk. Kalyzza would laugh with Corran. "Kalyzza, that's right." she'd lean over to Trench, her...

Kaly would nod past Trench and the man would twist in his stool to see the venerable lieutenant trudging on his way. The man looked blasted, this was something Bast hadn't warned him about. But, he could improvise, he was good at that. So he just offered a big grin to Corran and even hopped from...

Coruscant, Level 389 Sal's Saloon Trench had arranged for this meet, mainly due to the worries of his longtime friend and essentially, little sister @Bast Emblai . He didn't know all the situation, he just knew it had to do with @Corran Velt . Having worked the night shift the last three...

Like Zad, Trench didn't have many acquatainces amongst the Rangers. He didn't have time for it. Save for basically his little sister Bast, but they rarely worked together, but he knew that they were each just a comm away if anything really hit the shit. So meeting a like mind in Zad made the job...

Trench would wave off Soma, letting her take his bottle as he signalled for another. He was pouring himself a new glass when he heard a familiar voice and grinned. "If it ain't my favorite cowboy, how's it hanging, partnah." He clapped Zad on the back and signalled for another glass. He'd...

Trench would smirk as he joke went right over her head. Now Trench may have been getting a little sloshed, but he was still a cop. And even he could tell this lady was laying it on thick. A reporter? Definitely bumped up to a ten on the hot/crazy matrix. He'd take a sip as she continued to...

Trench had been the ultimate stage of chill. The music was the perfect volume, the Huttball game was going the way he wanted and he was halfway through his second bottle. His gaze shifted to the droid trying to give him a donut. "I'm warning ya play boy, you don't want this smoke. So hop along."...

Trench would nod in agreement with what his fellow Ranger was saying. This, this could work. "Yeah.." he'd start, looking over the route. "This looks good to me. I'm sure we'll find something on this route and if not, I know a good bar over there for afterwards." He'd take a sip from his 'caf'...

"Battle Egg. Bring up the file on Ranger Ruzed." He had to make sure this guy wasn't gonna be like the last partner: A soft, fro-yo eating waste of space, and hopefully willing to look the other way if he had to get physical. Now naturally, the verbal command didn't work. It was Ranger issued...

When it came to playing well with others, Trench did not score high. At all. He was a solo operator, from his days in the Corellian Special Forces to his Ranger days on Corellia. He didn't give a flying spit about protocol, he just wanted to put the scum where they belonged: A body bag. He was...