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His initital blaster bolt was deflected by Keers saber, and Lomrokk was 'sho' in the chetst. He stopped briefly, before the Imperial Knight force pushed him off the bridge. He died. /exitthread

Ejecting alongside his fellow boars, Lomrokks ejection unit brought him down into the combat zone and he unclipped himself as soon as his feet touched the ground. He kept his RSKF-44 up and fired, taking out a hostile trooper, Lomrokk moved forward, his Gamorrean fighting blade in his dominant...

This was taking to long. Lomrokk shrugged. "FIRE!" he screamed,as the E-Webs started to fire sporadically across the bridge, pattering at the assorted walls of the IGBC HQ over the bridge. Lomrokk walked back down to the ships, he oinked. He walked onto one of the ships. He oinked...

With #TheBoars in position, Lomrokk glowered over the bridge and watched the Imperials mounting their defences. They would need to taste Gamorrean durasteel, it seemed. Not one to allow an opportunity to rally up #TheBoars, he waddled his merry way over to stand above the assembled...

Lomrokk hated Mygeeto. To be fair, Lomrokk hated everything. It was what made him good at his job. Alongside a great number of his kin, a collection of chartered 'private transports' had made their way planetside, making use of the Banking Clans requirements for discretion when it came to who...

Lomrokk capitalised on the confusion and shock caused by the sudden demise of the third combatant in their dance. He wasted no time, making the most of the distraction to charge forward - three steps in total as he shoulder barged one of the thugs, and slammed his axe in a downward motion...

Things where beginning to go downhill, that was unless (of course) the idea of consistent violence appeals to you. Fortunately, Lomrokk was one of those people. As the other men made themselves known, Lomrokk hefted his axe, and ran his thumb down the blade, chuckling to himself as sneering at...

Centering himself after a refreshing bout of violence, Lomrokk turned to see Davik pull the trigger on the final member of the Cantina's occupants. He had to admit to being somewhat impressed with the 'Iron Kowaks' capacity for brutality, and has he wiped off his axe, he wandered over and...

Now you're talking! Lomrokk was thrilled when his favourite order came in, the instruction to kill. He hurled himself forward, dropping his head and shoulders down into a charge, his axe held up to his right. Barrelling through an overturned table, his armoured head smashing the item apart, he...

Witchcraft! Lomrokk grunted with shock as the 'Iron Kowak' did something to the door, compelling it to open with his techno-sorcery. He would need to keep a closer eye on this one for sure. Hefting his axe, he stepped through the door after Davik, keen to ensure that the sorcerer took any...

<Jee cha cohai doyoee.> Lomrokk oinked in Huttese as the Smuggler waved his hands at him. Dressed in his guard armour, a vast axe in his right hand, and the traditional knife of his tribe at his hip, Lomrokk cut quite the image of an enforcer, who was not only here on business but meant it. He...

For Lomrokk, life was normally quite simply. Stand near the boss. Look mean. Easy. Every now and then, however, life served him a curved ball and he had to earn his keep. As some uppity Prince from a planet he'd never even heard of started barking threats at his master, he realised this was...

Briefly, the Gamorrean stepped toward the approaching alien as if to stand between them and the door. However, this movement was interrupted by the arrival of his charge, the governor, who arrived behind him in a drunken state, apparently keen to greet the newcomer with open arms. Keeping his...

Lomrokk hated this part of his job. Standing around whilst some poncy politician languished by the pool, pah! He'd much rather be standing around whilst some Hutt languished in his throne room - far more his style. Regardless, this was what the master wanted, and so this was what the master got...