Mostly lurking, but still here. Could Link be removed from the roster anyways? I'm not really sure what I wanna do with him, so I'd like some time as a free agent to get things figured out. (Might even archive Link and try again. Who knows?)
@Outlander & @Darasuum I changed the picture. I didn't think about those points you brought up when I picked it originally, so I found a new one that I didn't recognize.
@Arclight I fixed the burst fire. Didn't even know that was disliked. Regarding the similarity between the guns, they both go...
I'll address these in order of asking. Apologies if I sound contentious.
1. I like the picture. Plus, the DC-15s doesn't come out for another thousand years, give or take a few. The DC-15s is also a completely different weapon.
2. Neither are typical blaster weapons. It's the compact size of the...
Alright, Link. You've done this, like, a bajillion times before. Easy in, easy out, easy money. Nobody knows until you're gone what's happened. Right?
Link took a deep breath as he came short of the floor his targets were on, just a flight of stairs away. Standing up straight, holstering each...
Link deactivated his lightsaber, placing the hilt back on his belt. He'd only had the chance to cleave through one of the Protectorate's adversaries this time around. It's a shame, really. I guess I'll just have to do it again some other time.
"I'm fine, Yong Ki. It seems as though my work here...
Confirmation was all that Link needed. Ready to go, he flipped on he signal jammer, closed his eyes, and focused. Slowly, his physical appearance began to shimmer as if he were a mirage, before ultimately disappearing like one. Bending light and sound around him with the force, Link stepped...
Link shook his head at Yong Ki's statement. "For the last time, I'm not a Sith. Contract killers might be as heartless as they are, but I don't have any strict religious standard to live by. Sheesh." Regardless of his comrade's misconception, Link retrieved the lightsaber hilt from his belt and...
Link strolled through the alleyways of the city, making his way to the destination. As a professional killer, it only made sense he was chosen for this. After all, he was on his way to kill some people.
He wasn't sure who they were, but he knew it wasn't his place to ask questions that were...