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Still winging a little, Morgan flashed Uhtred his pearly whites, having only understood about half of the man had told him and no real clue about the rest. He got the 'drunk' bit. That aspect of Deucalic he was approaching significant proficiency on. The word seemed to flow from his tongue with...

"I'm going to level with you, here... I thought there'd be less of the furry little bastards." - Morgan replied just as his breath had returned to him. Uhtred's tackle had knocked the wind out of him, but judging by how the Deucalian now had a wound to his abdomen, it was clear he'd gotten the...

These raids were interesting business. Morgan had spent most of his adult life doing mercenary work, so they weren't entirely foreign to him, but there was some aspect to these individuals that made the way they went about it wholly unique. Partly a result of them marching bravely towards a...

Morgan prepared to continue the conversation as a bout of Deucalic emerged from an individual on a Walker. The man understood none of what had been said, but assumed by his tone and Uhtred's response that he was friendly, and so the merc greeted him with a simple nod. Gjun seemed to be his name...

The roller coaster had begun. Uhtred was up, then he was down again. Then he punched his own stomach, and back up, and down. A lesser man would've been out for good, but these Deucalians had something fierce pumping through their veins... aside from all the alcohol. And the drugs. And...

A strong, hearty set of laughs escaped the fair-haired merc's mouth. Aeron, though mild-mannered he may be, tended to give as good as he got. It was probably why these two got along so well to begin with. "Oh ye of lit-" A loud, dull thud echoed through the room, reaching Morgan's ears, and the...

Morgan listened attentively as Eva and Uhtred went into detail about their cultures, their opinions of them, and even their stories. Despite his normal unwillingness to do work that did not allow him to rise up in life, be it in social standing or in martial prowess, this truly was a rich and...

Morgan tilted his head slightly to look at Aeron from the corner of his eye. As the black-haired individual spoke, the merc bent his torso forward, resting his forearms on his legs. A more comfortable position to reach the glass and bottle the nice lady had done him the favour of bringing. As...

This was a nice part of Zeltros. Morgan wasn't too comfortable in these places. To him, a proper bar needed to be dodgy. He'd spotted that the glasses were clean, and immediately felt out of his element. Still, he was a good-looking man, and this was an era where disheveled passed off as...

A grin shot across the mercenary's face upon hearing the woman's reply. Not even two seconds in and he was already being called fat? Perfect. A woman after his own heart. A smile still gracing his face, Morgan, visibly amused, shot back. "What can I say?" - a few chuckles were let off as he...

Morgan always had liked the cold. It was interesting, for Corellia - his home - was a planet of temperate weather, but ever since he was a child he'd been fascinated by the feel of the cool air nipping at his skin, and his breath turning to a fog before his eyes. He'd been to Ando Prime once...

The thieves' main freighter was better fitted than the others it seemed, but not well enough. With less hands or firepower, perhaps this might've been the trio's final chapter. But at the speed Uhtred seemed to be making foes reduced to rubble, and with Aeron fully devoted to evasive...

As Aeron's words rang out through Morgan's com, the fair-haired Corellian braced himself. He loved the feeling of the G forces created by evasive maneuvering. It was less fun when he wasn't the one behind the proverbial wheel, but you take what you can get. His eyes hadn't needed to look to his...

A breath. As Mathis began the countdown, adrenaline flooded the Correlian-born's being. There was something about fighting in space that he'd loved. He'd never quite managed to figure it out, but it had to do with the quiet of it. Aside from the occasional messages through the intercoms, for the...

It seemed that this planet finding venture was gearing up to go. Morgan hadn't been able to keep hold of a lot of credits. At no point in his life had he ever held a long term plan, after all. There had never been a need. But this Deucalia business would change things. The more he heard about...