Eventually, the owner spilled out from all the carnage, and raised his hands in surrender. Braprag oinked gleefully as he dragged the owner out into the streets, back to the Hutt owners. Minutes turned to hours turned to days as Braprag rested without orders on the Wheel, as it transformed...
Braprag needed no words. Once the Herglic initiated with violence, Braprag would respond with violence. He withdrew his heavy blaster pistol and fired a shot into the Herglic. The blaster hissed with heat, as his partner took aim against Braprag. The Gamorrean followed his comrade Blarf's lead...
Following Blarf's entrance, Braprag came in. Adorned in a heavy trench coat and wide brimmed hat, Braprag fingered the blaster rifle beneath his coat at all times. He started, impassively, at his Hutt lords as he received his orders. "Oink." He lit a cigarra in a tusked mouth as he listened to...
"We're about, uh...four hours out." Should they proceed without any delays, it would be an easy half day drive. He checked his data map again - moving, red blips represented their convoy as they charted across the streets of Denon. At the request for a drink, Braprag sighed nonchalantly beneath...
The Untamed had served as as protectors for Taanab for a little over a year now. In that time, Braprag, head of security for the local Untamed chapter, had gotten acquainted with the sedated lifestyle of the Taanabian plains, and its near antithesis in Taanab's aging, dramatic Senator @Hergalor...
Braprag was not just a bodyguard, today. He was head of security for Newton Arden, bringing a presence of the Untamed to the warfront as well. They had decided to invest in this little expedition, in part as an advertisement to the officials of Denon themselves. If the Untamed proved to be...
Braprag was not a leader of the Free Worlds Alliance. But as a member of the Untamed, a mercenary army sworn to crown of Onderon, his missions had taken him across many worlds throughout Alliance space. One could argue that, for that reason, they constituted a shadow army for the less scrupulous...