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Amos McCord's gut saved him. Not his fledgling field instincts, or his subpar reflexes, but the extra pounds he'd put around his midsection due to his age and his sedentary desk job. There was no way he could avoid what should've been an impossible shot- in fact, with the hulking Orcolan in...

Amos could only deal with one thing at a time, as much as he might otherwise wish to vanish into thin air and forget this whole ordeal. First was the man holding a blaster pistol under his chin. Fear for his life, and anger at the bullying tactics of those shaking him down, surged through the...

Amos McCord had been looking forward to seeing how Baghra responded to Preef's power play within her palace, but he found himself being approached by an Orcolan who looked like the Emryc Thorne regimen followed her. She didn't even need the two other guards with her; anybody who thought that...

"Fifteen!" shouted the same man as earlier, re-submitting his bid now that an official auction was underway for the Zygerrian dancer. Amos should've figured that the Hutts would jump on the chance to make more credits, but it still came as a surprise to him when the Zygerrian dancer was put up...

Although a warrior lady upped the bid for the Jedi, to a whopping 1.1 million credits, it seemed that not everyone who had arrived did so with the willingness to part with that amount of money (@Black Noise). Preef Callo quickly moved on from the idea of buying the Jedi, drawing more than a few...

Amos McCord was uncomfortable with the proceedings, but he wouldn't show it. Years of giving professional counseling to Rangers- most of whom knew how to read body language to some degree- had conditioned him to keep his true feelings behind a mask, which served him well within this den of...

Amos McCord was having a bad day. He'd had to relocate off of Coruscant after the Sector Rangers had been abolished in the New Republic, and his office on Kashyyyk was designed for Wookiees which was taking some adjusting. After many curse words and a spilled tea thermos, he finally found what...

Upon hearing the name of the planet, Amos nearly fainted. "Dathomir?!?! Why in the stars would the Clone come here? Surely he'd know what they do to men here?" he said, gobsmacked. @Brody Sheffield

"It could be anyone" pointed out Amos. He even knew a few Jedi who were terrible pilots. "Where are we, anyways?" @Brody Sheffield

"What? Why?" Amos asked, slow to follow the mandalorian's directions as he gazed out and around at his surroundings and the other ship. The Ranger's nose wrinkled as he smelled the air of this strange planet; it was humid and musty, not at all like the scrubbed, stale air onboard the ship. "Is...

Amos McCord would very much like to try to escape, but the cold certainty in the mandalorian's words quickly put that idea to rest. At least he had the man's name, though. "Ok, Sheffield. What happens next?" he asked. @Brody Sheffield

It seemed that this mandalorian couldn't be talked out of his current mission, which left Amos dangerously short on options. Compliance seemed to be his best play right now, along with keen observation; any clues he could gain now might be useful later. "You haven't told me your name" he said to...

Amos was relieve to hear that this mandalorian wasn't about to kill him, and decided to press his point. "And, like I said, messing with a Sector Ranger was a mistake. It's only a matter of time before my coworkers catch up to you. Do you really want that happening? It'll go much better for you...

Ah, yes... the media; that hardly narrowed things down. Still, whomever had placed the bounty had to have acted quickly. That meant that this mysterious employer was someone with a vested interest in the clone. Amos shuddered as he realized that the bounty on his own head very well could've been...

So the employer is a he the Ranger thought to himself. Time to try to narrow things down. "How did this employer of yours know that I freed the clone?" There had only been a couple people in the area that knew of Amos' involvement; a Jedi, a Sith, and Silencer himself. Was there another he'd...

As Amos looked around, he realized that he wasn't on a planet; he was on a ship. The Ranger didn't know what kind of vessel he was on, but it looked big enough that he guessed it might take more than one person to operate. "Who is your employer?" he asked the mandalorian, trying to piece...

Amos McCord was miserable. The Sector Ranger tried to take stock of his surroundings, still disoriented from the effects of the stun bolt. He'd found that being hit by one quite disagreed with his equilibrium; even several hours later in a place unknown to him. The mandalorian left without...

There was nothing Amos could do to avoid the stun bolt; perhaps a more experienced fighter could've avoided it, but Amos was no combatant. The Ranger collapsed in a heap, unconscious. @Brody Sheffield /ThrExit

Amos was indeed stunned by the fact that there was a bounty on his head. "What for?" he asked, dumbfounded by this reveal. @Brody Sheffield

Amos breathed a sigh of relief as the mission appeared to shift away from him- a career paper pusher- doing the dangerous work of infiltrating Dathomir. "And I wish you all the best with that!" he said, honestly. The mandalorian was most certainly more qualified for this type of dangerous...