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Drace's errands did not take long, so the War Councilor found himself making his way back to the interrogation room fairly soon. He wasn't sure what to expect when he walked into the room, though he had a sneaking suspicion Leandros had managed to crack Perilius. Soon enough, they'd be able to...

"Thank you," he replied as the others congratulated him on a job well done. "I have a trophy, yes—but that's for later." With that, Leandros moved on, starting the discussion. "Nothing has changed," he remarked. "The Jedi are still Force sensitive scum. The Republic is still a shell of a great...

The tension quickly escalated as the interrogation slowly picked up. Leandros seemed to take charge, leaving Drace standing there awkwardly—interrogating usually tended to be a one man job, so there was no reason to just sit there like an idiot. Instead, the War Councilor gave Leandros a quick...

Leandros seemed pleased with the offering, and Drace couldn't help but find the humor in the Sith's predicament, laughing as he watched the Mand'alor tilt the wheelbarrow, causing Perilius to fall out and land on the cold durasteel floor with a painful thump. The man was sporting his fair share...

The meeting of the War Councilors with their Mand'alor had been productive, as Drace expected. There was no reason for it not to be. He left feeling content, excited, and a bit giddy for his next errand. Which was to deliver the surprise to Leandros. And so here Drace was, pushing the surprise...

Drace had just finished a hearty breakfast and returned from Tatooine mere hours ago, though he wasn't too tired from the fight in the first place. It hadn't taken much effort to sit there and let the Sith beat himself up. It left Drace with a lot of energy for other, more important matters, and...

Drace approached the Sith's body, obscured by stone. He lifted a chunk of rock off of him, Perilius' dented mask coming into view. The Sith Lord was definitely out of the fight. Drace turned to the empty stands, drones zooming in closer to capture the shot. He lifted both arms. "Oya!" he...

Drace had loaded up the rocket a good long time ago, right after he had fired the first (8th post). Markov was still drawing his pistol when the projectile hit the ground in front of him, likely sending him flying forward from the momentum of his run and blowing his legs off from the thigh down...

The pesky wizard wouldn't let himself get blown to bits just yet, but Drace was patient. His aim was thrown off as he felt his arms jerk, and the rocket flew out of his PIPE, soaring away from Markov and slamming into the pillar he'd been standing behind. The small explosion broke through the...

He heard feet shuffling on the dusty floor of the arena and Drace poked his head out from behind cover in time to see the Sith running from behind the pillar. He pulled his PIPE out and leveled it on the Lord as he ran. As the Sith was about to reach his destination, Drace fired at the ground...

He wasn't surprised to see the Sith cower behind cover, but Drace knew he couldn't do anything but wait. He poked his head out of cover carefully just in time to see Perilius throw a grenade and duck back behind his pillar. As the projectile approached, Drace reached out simply and batted it...

He knew that the Sith would use the Force, so Drace was not shocked to feel something tug him forward. He fought back against the resistance, surprised to see that Perilius sent a single push then bailed. After weathering the brunt of the hit, Drace landed softly on the ground behind the pillar...

You not much of a man, you should grow up Why you got your hands out, you see me comin up? Drace walked alone, armed to the teeth and completely relaxed. This was just another fight. If he died, he'd join the rest of the slain martyrs. If he lived, he'd just rid the Galaxy of one more insect...

Swapping a wrist rocket (gained here) for a wrist cryocaster

Drace had been invited to the meeting as well, though he arrived late. In between planning a new campaign and trying to make moves among the ladder, he was finding himself deeper and deeper into work and more lacking in free time. Meetings like these were important enough to warrant his presence...

Drace had just gotten back from fishing all day when a group of Supercommandos and Marauders had gathered around him, piling on him in a group so dense he couldn't step out through the door. They were all asking about the Sith challenging him to combat and how he'll respond. The general...

Drace could feel pain in over a dozen places in his body, but goddamn if he didn't feel slightly better than he did before. He'd reunited with his people. He'd watched Imperials die and it had put him in a good mood as it usually did—but watching the Empire decimate its own command had pushed...

It all went to hell in the blink of an eye. Drace had just barely placed his foot down on the threshold when the bar burst into flame, an explosion rocking the building and sending the Field Marshal flying back, armor searing hot against his skin. No pistol drawn, no step to the right. Instead...

Drace took in the speech, mind absorbing and analyzing as he formed an opinion—as if he was not already in full agreement. Leandros' words rang true and seemed to be resonating with much of the crowd. As he claimed the mantle of Manda'lor, he exhaled, not realizing how his body had tensed up in...

He burst through the door of the bar like a tank, yet no one seemed to notice him in the commotion. Limbs, blades, lightsabers, and blaster bolts flew by in front of him, the cantina a blur of action. Tables had been overturned to use as cover, chairs had been broken over backs, and pillars had...