Recent content by Amer Dragata

In A Hallway Amer Dragata Kit Zelkar Crux In less than five minutes the Sergeant would be ready to turn this hallway into a grave. "Why take the vornskr case when I can take the rathtar case and the vornskr case?” Amer could only wonder but certainly wasn't ready to lower her blaster for...

This chick wasn’t mistaken. Whatever was in that case could indeed lead to an explosion. Booby traps. Amer blinked at this person with earrings. Split skirt. Midriff with skin. Boobies beneath her necklace. No armor on her. A merc or a hooker? She seemed smarter than him at least. Naturally...

So, the dog didn’t see no assassin. Double negative but Amer would forgive him for it. There was a reason idiots were idiots. It was unfortunate though. If neither he nor this chick with too many earrings knew where everyone’s favorite assassin was then potentially she wasn’t in this building...

Congratulations? Fuck’s my gift? She decided not to question it for the moment. Table that part of the discussion for later when all this shit was done and over with and she had a good night’s rest after plenty of beer and plenty of sex and hold the wine cos it was nowhere near her cup of tea...

As the Duros bounty hunter went away to talk on his own phone, that left the Imp marine with the Human bounty hunter. Wolf. Haircut beneath his helmet. Same difference. Who was the man behind the name? Somebody who found their quarry first, at least. “Sorry,” the dragoon said to the wolf who...

Amer wasn't much for working undercover, this kind of work didn't come naturally to this marine, but she was beginning to enjoy it. Though perhaps she shouldn't take any credit for what she did since those two I.D.I.O.T.s were evidently idiots to begin with way before I.D.I.O.T. even existed...

Lovely lady? Did this guy want to get slapped that bad? At least he could pretend to mean it. Then again, he was meatheaded so she shouldn’t expect anything less from him. Before Amer could think further on the topic she just then realized these two I.D.I.O.T.s had addressed the Duros over her...

Well, this guy might have been an idiot but he wasn’t stupid. He had at least some skill and experience and intelligence if not Imperial Intelligence. He lowered his blaster and so did Amer. She wasn’t so vicious. She’d only hand this man his ass if “blaster” and “Amer” ever entered his head...

“That’s right, keep blowin’ that smoke in ‘er face.” Suddenly that Duros didn’t exist as Amer stopped walking, turned to Helmet Wolf and pondered on whether to make him eat his words. She didn’t need to see the eyes behind that visor for him to see hers, a gaze that would not break or waver...

Some time later, Amer could have walked with her hand by the holster at her hip, showing her contemporaries she’s ready for anything in case they want to try something. Yet she reckoned just her fists would do the trick so, zipping up her jacket, she walked with her arms crossed. One of these...

She wasn’t lying. Amer was pretty generally a straight shooter. Blunt. Honest. Direct. She was a soldier. Well, a marine, technically speaking, but maybe there wasn’t much of a difference in this universe, and she wouldn’t take offense to the word as an airman termed a sailor or whatever. In...

“Nope. You’re gonna be the one beggin’, Marine.” Beggin’ for you to shut up when you scream maybe. The Empire taught the marines how to kill, primarily, but they also taught them how to hurt, to get hurt and make others hurt, and the Dust Dragoons, Amer’s team, packed a fuckin’ punch as much...

“That’s…her.” “Huh?” “Bad…ger…” “Wot?” Finger taps the blaster at her hip. Takes less than a second to slip it from its holster but Amer didn’t feel the need unless one of these idiots did. Ranger in a leather duster reckoned he’s quicker than her with his gun already up? Pfft. She’d reckon...

In hindsight this might not have been the best establishment to buy a book in, what with the scattered books and the commotion and the ruckus. And the idiots within it. And, in retrospect, she was here on business as much as pleasure, whether that was relevant. Then again, on the other hand...

It was a pretty big room. Made sense given that it was meant to house this Blackout mercenary team. Humph. Ain’t much to ‘em if you ask me. Granted, they had some pretty decent equipment. No cucumber sandwiches unfortunately. But fuck me is that an AT-ST cannon? Weapons were what immediately...