Recent content by Skolas

Rodians had a sour taste to their flesh. Skolas didn't know why but he wasn't a fan either way. But, if Morgan needed a Rodian dead, then he'd get just that with the help of the Yautkan. Swoop races were arguably just as dangerous as pod racing, depending on who hosted what. There was one such...

"Deal." Five-hundred credits wasn't much, but maybe the partnership could prove to be more beneficial. "Who are you hunting?" Skolas didn't need to know why- he could care less for moral codes. The Yautkan believed that the weak were meant to be preyed upon and the strong were meant to be...

Whatever Morgan was after... it still piqued the Yautja's mind. They did not need to be enemies however, and Skolas was glad the Cyborg allowed Skolas to finish the Hunt when he was finished grabbing whatever information he needed. It must have been important enough to spare the Twi'lek- and...

With eyes glowering from behind his mask, Skolas held his gaze on the Twi'lek- the target. After Morgan made his show of force and drew a micro missile launcher, the Mercenary curled his fingers and cracked his knuckles while keeping them steadily at his side. There would be no need for extra...

Drug dens never made sense to Skolas. They always looked like hobo-cities and could easily be run down by just a few local police. If these lowly spice dealers were anything like the Pykes, they would build stronger walls around their chemical 'feel-goods'. However, it wouldn't matter what...

It had been a while since Skolas took up the Hunt to add to his collection of grotesque trophies. Today, however, would be another testament against his King that no one could stop the will of the Hunt. A Twi'lek drug dealer was a lowly target, but if Skolas wanted to go big, he'd need to start...

The lizard thought that by giving Skolas a gift, he didn't need to explain himself. This...was not going as Skolas planned. He wanted to get down to business, not awkward formalities. From behind his mask, Skolas furrowed his brow. It would take far more than piece of animal carcass to impress...

When the patrol ship touched down, Skolas was surprised to see that all the mercenaries rushed out to secure a perimeter. Instinct told the mercenary to stay inside, and it was a good thing he did. Two Gundarks whirled out of the bushes and began mauling what remained of the crew. However, when...

One ship to another? That wasn't what Skolas had in mind. Who was this great hunter he had never heard of before today? Warmaster was a hefty term, even outside of what Skolas considered great titles. If some measly nobody Trandoshan simply claimed the name and thought it was funny, Skolas might...

DOSH --- Skolas had been waiting a long time for an opportunity like this one. The hunter was asked to meet with another more prominent hunter, and though Skolas had his doubts, he wasn't going to throw away any possible connections that may benefit his long term goal. The image of his father's...