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Markus nodded to Tomic, "You've got a point." There was only a matter of time before the Mandalorians started another Crusade. There was never enough blood to satisfy Mandalorian thirst. Markus agreed, why had Jay brought them here? Surely not just to drink, or in Markus's case, lack thereof...

As the men entered, Markus pretended to be awed, but not enough to look like a wide-eyed fool, like most of the Imperial representatives or officials. He kept his smile, and occasionally stopped to stare at some religious and cultural artifacts. The building was not as glamorous as Markus...

Drink after drink came for Jay and Tomic. Markus still hadn't finished his first one. He simply couldn't. He had attempted to lower his head to the large mug, and sip the whiskey, but that only worked until the drink got to the half-way mark. "Ah fudge it. I need new hands." He watched as Jay...

Markus faked a smile and extended his hand to the official, which turned out to be one of the elders of the clan. "Hello, I am Commander Varo of the Sith Empire, and this is agent Torobah. Thank you for allowing us to be here and learn your history and culture." The elder returned the smile and...

The Imperial Shuttle roared as it approached the ancient village. Markus looked out the window as they were landing. The village wasn't much, a few huts here and there. The huts formed a circle, and in the middle lay a larger building, presumably the town hall, or meeting place. As the ship...

A lot had happened in the short time that Markus had been surprised by the damage the bomber had taken. Markus watched as more and more Red Skull fighters spilled out from their hideout. "Disgusting. The vermin just don't know when to quit do they?" Markus murmured. The Red Skull members were...

The Empire was in chaos. Where there was once order and justice, there was only destruction and confusion. With the new Emperor, Tagus, the Sith Empire was different. What they were doing this instance could of been called treason of the highest order, it didn't matter anymore. Markus had seen...

Markus stood idly by, smiling, soon the terrorists would perish, and they would no longer harass the mighty Sith Empire. Let this day shake fear into all the terrorist and rebel cells out there. Let them fear the might of the Empire. He wished there was a news crew here to record what was going...

The bombs found their mark, and the Red Skull gang's ship was hit, taking considerable damage. The enemy ship might as well be destroyed, as the bomber's turrets rained fire upon the weakened ship. Markus was surprised to hear that the Red Skull felons had acquired anti-aircraft turrets...

It had seemed the meeting was about finished. Markus turned to Jay, "This is your mission Commodore. I am at your service. I will be wherever you need me to be." In this situation Markus didn't know who was in a higher position, Jay was the one commanding the mission, and therefore was in...

Markus Varo had worked with and for many different individuals or companies over his long military service to the Sith Empire. The Empire was hired by the Mining Guild to eradicate pirates, who had fallen on bad terms with the guild, from a base in a small city on Serenno. Varo and others were...

"Alright lets get out of here. I can assure you i'm fine and I am indeed Commander Markus Varo." He was just as impatient as Tomic, and didn't want to spend another minute on the dreadful planet. "Whoa whoa there agent. No need to be so rude. Why don't you try being in my position? Remember who...

Had they spotted him? He bet they couldn't hear him, but there wasn't much an armless man could do but scream, and wriggle in the air. Markus had contemplated that the people in the ship weren't even Imperial. They could be pirates, or even the dirty Hutt come back to finish off poor little...

Markus had a feeling. It was a good feeling. Today was going to be a good day. Wether it be getting finding a good hut with good supplies left in it, or not encountering any beasts, or just getting rescued. The first two seemed the most probable, the last seemed outlandish. Regardless, it would...

Markus was dead. Or so he felt. It had been days, probably months since Markus had been dumped on this forsaken planet with both his hands cut off. Markus hadn't kept track. He also hadn't seen any civilization. Of all the places that stupid Hutt had to dump him, it had to be in the middle of...

Before Varo would greet the officials, another agent walked up to him and greeted him. Markus returned the salute, "Splendid Lieutenant, your work is conmendable. I hope the natives were'nt of any trouble." Markus smiled, he returned his gaze to the officials, and could tell they were...

As the Imperials joined the representatives, a large group formed. Markus thought back to his elementry school years, Single file lines children, single file lines. While Markus was escorted by his troopers, all the imperials were shepherded by alien guards with the officials leading the way at...

. Markus focused on Koil, every second that he spoke Markus got angrier. He was supposed to be the dominant one, but instead, he had let some man in armor take hold of the situation. Markus was a man of strict discipline, and he followed by the book. Markus's number one enemy was standing right...

. Line after line of savages ran towards the troops, seemingly unfazed by the Imperial's more advanced weaponry. Markus walked along the line shouting words of encouragement and occasionally firing his blaster at the slaves. The troopers were taught well, and their systematic battle tactics...

. The droid translated to the two what the Hutt said. If this was the way they were going to communicate, this entire mission would take longer to complete. Markus nodded to the Hutt, and he let Markov speak first. "Yes, I also am sure we can come to some sort of an arrangement. I understand...