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Kyp swore as his target managed to deflect his blaster shot just in time. Well, if blasters wouldn't win the day, it was time to improvise. Waiting for Dar'baal's third shot before shooting, Kyp aimed his wrist at Magnus and fired the mounted rocket built into his armor. The wrist rocket flew...

With his spike, it was a relatively simple matter for Kyp to strip control of the hovercarts from droid control to manual. Next up was to up the safety speed limit from 10 kilometers an hour to 100. Kyp hopped on the hovercart containing the most boxes and cleared some space for him and a Houk...

Kyp wasn't entirely sure if the street he was currently fighting was considered Main Street on this world normally. But, for all intents and purposes, it was Main Street now as it was a street wide enough to fit Hutt tanks and support vehicles and provided a clear line to the capital building...

Having long ago pledged his loyalty and service to the Hutt Cartel, Kyp was, of course, at service to the great slugs during these trying times. Beings higher up than him (and with lots more credits) had paid him to assist Nor'baal's nephew Dar'baal. The Lepi Mandalorian had dealt with the...

Vyr would suddenly find his path blocked by another figure in Mandalorian armor. Although the former foundling had long since abandoned his warrior heritage, he couldn't deny the armor was functional enough to take on his dangerous missions. And this certainly qualified. The Lepi in the yellow...

Kyp, using his long, rabbit-like legs was able to sprint after the retreating Hark and squeeze into the ship just before the ramp closed him out for good. He wasn't on his feet for long as Saleen had taken a fire extinguisher off the ship wall and swung it at the Lepi. Kyp fell and could feel...

The mean looking gunslinger wasn't very mean-looking for long as Kyp popped out from behind the pile of crates and fired a blast from his rifle that ripped through the man's torso. Still, the man evidently was a pretty good gunslinger because he was quick enough on the draw to still peg Kyp in...

Dang. Kyp knew Preef was good but he figured he'd have to kill at least one of the pirates on the ground. But, nope, the Rodian winged through all four pirates like it was nothing. "And you tell them Kyp was here too!" Kyp helpfully added to Preef's command to the bartender. What? It wasn't...

Until the doors were closed, there wasn't much Kyp could do, apart from wait. He was inside the hangar, hidden behind the empty crates, as he heard Hark's nervous musings and the hangar administrator's reassurances. By the sounds of things, it seemed like Hark and his team were content to wait...

Kyp had been on too many mercenary jobs and had worked with the Cartel for too long not to read between the lines. Shame. He honestly felt for the pirates a bit - it really seemed that they had drawn a bad hand. But, better them than him. He made a show of nodding politely and turning to exit...

As soon as Preef had drawn his Peacemaker, Kyp took that as his cue to step on the man he'd just knocked over, pinning him to the floor with his boot. Raising his rifle, the Lepi's drunken acting was gone, replaced now with a cool professionalism in his voice. "This baby doesn't have a stun...

Kicking Ugnaughts turned out to be one of the simpler pleasures in life and one that Kyp had regrettably not taken part in before today. He had parked the wheeled lift right at the wall and activated the hydraulics to propel the lift forward. Three pursuing Ugnaughts had managed to jump aboard...

Kyp wasn't a particularly traditionalist Mandalorian. Hell, he didn't really consider himself Mandalorian at all anymore so he had no problem taking off his helmet and enjoying his drink, face full in view. "Dead man? I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about." The one-handed pirate...

Damn it. Kyp had never been much of a climber, foregoing the usual jetpacks and grapple lines that some Mandalorians utilized in favor of repulsors and wrist rockets. Blowing stuff up was infinitely more fun and besides, he wasnt that fond of heights. His fellow foundlings used to tease him that...

Kyp responded to such rudeness with some of his own. He silently looked at Kara in response to her question. Was she serious? How many other Mandalorian Lepis were there in the galaxy, let alone in this stupid bar. He took one last swig of his drink, letting her ferment in her own stupidity for...

Of course, on Tatooine, when someone lost a hand at a game of poker, it sometimes meant literally. Kyp had been on Tatooine a few times previously and, as such, wasn't at all surprised that the pirate captain had lost an appendage and was even less shocked that the Quarren thought the best way...

Kyp, as instructed was also at the bar, nursing a Phibian beer with his helmet off, his back facing the wall as he surveyed those who entered the establishment. Although some of his more pious of brothers might insist on dining and drinking with their helmets on, Kyp had long ago stopped caring...

Representing the interests of one @Nor'baal Desilijic, his new employer, Kyp the Lepi mercenary was ready for anything as he entered the auction site. As advised, he had also left his weapons on the ship, although he requested that the guards allow him his Mandalorian helmet and chestpiece if...

"Ha! Mandalorians and united are two words you don't hear together much. There's hardly ever been a time in history where Mandalorians were unified. Some group always think the other groups are too violent or not violent enough or not traditional enough or whatever and there's always...

"Well I definitely didn't scuttl" Kyp's fur bristled at Nor'baal's words. He wasn't always a barfly, going from one easy kill to the other and he wanted to make that clear. The Lepi's reputation wasn't what it once was but that didn't mean he didn't have his pride still. That said, this was the...