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Life and death were something Mrok handed out to people. He knew one day it would come full-circle some day. He didn't expect an ally, a Cartel member that was part of his extended family to shoot him in the back. Mrok bree'd in pain as the plasma bolts slammed into his back, blowing g holes...

Mrok didn't really think out his move on the Jedi. He never claimed to be the smartest Gammorrean, just the strongest. Laughing a bit to himself, as he backed up, watching the female soldier lob a grenade at him, he quickly lifted his rifle and fired three bolts, two following the trajectory of...

Unsurprisingly, the Republic were quick to react. Mrok could feel a wide grin creeping across his snout. This was what he was here for. A damn good scrap. One that could very well be his last, but he gave no thought to death. It was no different to him than sleep. He'd dealt death all his life...

Chaos ensued around them as the Gammorreans targeted civilians, security personnel and Republic Soldiers garrisoned in the area. Zug and co. Ran off to smash through a nearby store, meanwhile Mrok turn to hear the sound of of a lightsaber ignite behind him. He ducked behind the cover of a kiosk...

Chandrilla Midday Mrok was sick of looking at the Republic. All their fancy schmancy senators and their canoodling with the Jedi, simply put, pissed him off, and he'd been dogging his bosses for months to allow him to go stir up the nest on Chandrilla. Finally, his Lorda lent an ear for the...

Having been flown through a mountain pass, after touching down at a safehouse somewhere I remote Oba Diah, Tiny, and a Mirialan Cartel Agent by the name of @Liuna Endetto. The combination of a small brain and heavy, thick skull, and little to no interest in learning how to enunciate words in...

The Gammorrean bree'd with delight, and pulled around to allow Tecov to open fire on the base. Even if most of it was scrap metal now, Tiny could use it to build a new 'Choppa', all he would need was a vibromotor. As the smoke cleared, Tiny made a bee line for the newly formed gap in the wall...

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Mrok's snout turned up, as he grinned widely at the prospect of getting up close and personal. "Aye, let's clean 'ese' gitz out," he said, before powering up his Speeder and peeling out from around the rock face he was situated behind, blaster pistol at the ready, as he shrieked across the...

Mrok began to clamber down to his speeder, when his allies ship came into view. His position put him out of harm's way. Keeping his head down, he ditched the sniper rifle, and drew his Thunderslug Pistol and sped around from behind the cliff face. His normal primary weapon, the Marauder, was...

Mrok grinned as his partner gave him clearance to open fire on the group of three guards. Mrok could have waited and tried to take two out, as two of them were walking together, however at the last second, the rock upon which his bipod was set slipped slightly forward as he fired his first shot...

Sweat beaded down Mrok's arms as he scanned the Red Sand gang's Outpost through the scope of his Ikenga sniper rifle. Situated on a small cliff face, with a non-descript speederbike for a quick getaway if necessary. He'd spent the night sleeping next to his rifle from this position, to maintain...

Mrok looked at the boy, as the bounty hunters bashed in the head of the other bartender, who was even worse at his job. Looking at the boy, he scoffed, and turned to him, and with a monotone response, he says, "I'm on me break, mate," as he walks to the back alley of the pub, with the money...

Mrok looked over at the younger human. Despite his attempts, he still had the air of an outsider about him. With a scoff, Mrok picked up the glass of "Whisky" and sat it back down in front of him. "Still ain't seen ye swig yer whiskey? Too good for ya?" He taunted as he poured another round of...

"Tsk, tsk," went Mrok as the man recovered from the punch, and immediately went to aim his pistol at Mrok. With a little chuckle, he pulled the trigger, lining up the shot with the side of his head, aiming to peel back the top of his skull, and leaving a smoldering crater where his face used to be.

Mrok shook from his lazy daze to a wordy Nautolan, and some jackoff waving a pistol around his bar. With little more than a small step, he shifts his large frame into a straight right haymaker at the blindside of the man holding the pistol ( @Jaq Errin ) Whether the blow landed or didn't was...

The Bimm took too long to pick a drink, so Mrok moved on to the pretty boy that had walked in off the street. Mrok was no stranger to kids drinking on Nar Shaddaa, there was no limit on age, though store owners had the right to refuse service to anyone for any reason. Mrok took the orders and...

This thread is Death/Capture enabled The sound of the double doors slammed at the front entrance of the rustic bar and tavern. The majority of the furnishings were made of wood, except the bar, as it had been built upward with Durasteel and layered with wood. The occupant of the bar was a...

The Gammorean was pelted hard by the stun bolts, stiffening his muscles so much so that he wasn't even able to react to the shots before falling to the ground pounding his face in with concrete. He loudly snorted, as he pulled himself together, scooting behind cover, due to the fact that his...

Groggily, Mrok pulled himself to his knees. Cursing, and spitting, he rolled onto his back to remove a piece of glass from his arm. It had appeared to him that the droid and the Wookiee had already made a break for it, leaving him and the Karkarodon behind, on top of that, the Karkarodon seemed...