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The Nelvanian mercenary stood alone in front of the saucer ship. Still gripping the blaster repeater Vilkas let his eyes glanced from the left side of the junkyard to the opposite. Despite appearances Vilkas couldn’t shake off the a bad feeling he held. The Hutt had been pretty generous for...

The Hutt is proving to be reasonable dealer...so far. Of course experience had taught Vilkas to be careful to whom one can trust. Even poison can taste sweet until it brings death. He silently reminded himself. The canine mercenary watched Eice continued to speak with the dealer. It appears...

From Vilkas’ personal experience Hutts commanded great and terrible power in the galaxy. With such influence they were even waging open warfare with the Republic. Yet cruel and cunning as they were, the giant worms always gave Vilkas the impression of having lazy corrupt souls. So to see the...

Vilkas nodded as he searched for another target. Suddenly a blaster shot grazed his left side from behind. Hissing with pain the wolfman twisted firing several laser bolts at the shooter, a Weequay from above a balcony. Struck in both the chest and face, the wrinkle faced alien fell off the...

The canine mercenary stayed close to the party as they approached the decaying metal gate. Looking at the sign Vilkas can only recognize the words in Basic to understand this is the shop they were looking for. When a guard droid suddenly apporched demanding something in Huttese, Vilkas briefly...

Vilkas was no stranger to the chains of slavery. Having lived through himself. His highly attuned ears picked up the screams of the slaves being slaughtered for a mob’s savage enjoyment. It’s one thing to watch warriors to fight who had done so out of their own free will but not glorfified...

She has the wisdom of a tribal elder and courage of a warrior. Thought Vilkas with silent approval. A great leader must be prepared for the worst and hope for the best. It seems the Tintinna female has those aspects despite her relative small size compared to most around her. The wolfman nodded...

Having growth up in an ancient society that literally strives on stories, Vilkas found captivated by Eice’s tale. A warrior chieftain who overthrew enemies and expanded his domain across the stars. Only to have his soul consumed by the lust of power and body corrupted by machinery. He shares...

Vilkas, wearing his brown tribal cloak sat in a chair with arms folded. He listened with interest as Eice relayed the information they aqquired from the recent break-in. A toxic world sounded quite disturbing to someone like him who believed that planets had souls. Not to mention the fact it was...

”They will have to catch up. Time is running out for the prisoners.” Vilkas replied before stopping at a flight of stairs. According to intel this place used to be a factory until repurposed into arena. Saves up costs apparently. It seemed the cartel did not consider the possibility someone...

Vilkas reloaded his rifle and continued to lay out suppressing fire keeping, the guards back and their focus squarely on him and Allard. Soon they would receive word from their comrades they achieved their objective. With this confirmation Allard and Vilkas would start to withdraw not before the...

Life on the smuggler’s moon continued. For almost a week gladiatorial games had been held in honor of the Hutt Lords in Nar Shaddaa’s newest constructed arena. Since then thousands of spectators had packed inside watching man and beast fight one another for their delight. Of course there were...

“Had worse believe me.” Repiled Vilkas like it was nothing new though he still grimaced with pain, dragging himself up. Next he and Brion were updated by car five’s situation. The agent’s next command made sense to the wolfman who followed behind him. While still in pain Vilkas put up the...

“Acknowledged.” Vilkas replied with a tone filled with determination. Normally the tribal exile would start throwing a frag grenade at the enemy but considering they were all in a car filled with munitions they will have to stick to blasters or melee. The four remaining enemies rose and fired on...

As one of the gunships made another hard turn it was being targeted. From behind one of the gangsters wielding a missile launcher sat in the back of a bike with a rider in front. He pulled the trigger and with a whoosh of smoke the rocket flew forth. Swifty before the pilot could evade her ship...

Vilkas’ perked up at the mention of his name. He looked and saw Agent Varanus coming toward him. They have worked together to bring down some cartel smugglers recently. The Nelvaanian couldn’t say they were friends yet but definitely ally. From his point of view Brion appeared to have a noble...

A hover train sped onward through a industrial center on Denon. Inside the leading cart, Vilkas stood a bulkhead with arms across the chest. As part of his continued contract with the Republic, the mercenary was now assigned to protecting a shipment of munitions for the Grand Army. Once again he...

Usually contractors did not care about whether or not their enemies lived or died as long as the job was done. The Republic seemed different in that regard much to his silent amazement. Vilkas found it quite curious that such a major power at war wanted to avoid a lot of bloodshed even if it was...

Smugglers don’t tend to fight until death. At least that’s been Vilkas’ experience with the sort and watching two survivors give up after Agent Veranus reinforce his opinion. A wise decision on their part. He thought before the next issue reared its ugly head when Brion asked him for any plan...

Vilkas snarled at the two men ran back to the ship and closed it up, abandoning their comrades. “Then they are unworthy of leadership even for outlaws.” He remarked back to Brion with visible disgust. In his culture for a leader to abandon his followers during combat was beyond disgraceful. Only...