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Unlike so many people in the galaxy, Teran decided that since he was on leave, he was not going to bother bringing weapons with him... and what that really meant was that he wanted to get drunk and they weren't allowed in the club he was going to. Imagine that. So, the GAR Lieutenant had left...

Teran was glad to see that his partner wasn't dead. In fact, he seemed to be able to even make a joke about his injury, which was a good sign. He began putting together what he needed to in order to patch up his partner and helped him to his feet. There was no more sign of enemies nearby, but he...

Teran followed after Bishop, the lights flashing across the ceiling were distracting enough on their own, but Teran did what he could to shut it out. It was nothing compared to the detonations and blaster shots of a battlefield, so he was able to put it aside as they moved further on. He...

Teran watched his partner loop around to take the comlink from the man and smash it under his boot. The manager didn't even seem to notice him doing it as he was still whimpering on the floor, now curled up in the fetal position to avoid being kicked in the face or gut again. Teran didn't step...

He continued to pull the trigger as bolt after bolt spat out of his carbine and licked at the cover the pirates were using. It kept their heads down and Teran saw the grenade sail through the air, bouncing off a console and landing near the thugs. It detonated a moment later, knocking them...

Teran knew that the other man had his back, so he didn't waste much more time. He moved quickly toward the man in question and closed what remained of the distance. He threw a punch into the man's gut that made him double over as the wind was knocked out of him. Teran had the thunderslug in one...

Teran made his way inside as the other man declined, pistol still in hand. His ears were listening closely, but there was no indication that anyone was attacking or preparing to run. In fact, he was met with nothing but silence, and he assumed that was because the building was still quite empty...

Teran gave a nod of his own and headed down toward the facility. He crossed the open area without too much issue with the rifle hanging from its sling. There was a light breeze over the grasses of the world, but the cloak kept him surprisingly warm. He supposed that was why it was a scout's...

Teran's carbine was up and at the ready. Everything he saw was seen through the sights on his weapon as it swept and scanned across the hallway. He followed just after Bishop as he descended, making sure to watch their flanks and rear as they descended. They were reaching the bottom floor when...

Teran was outside the Blackrow facility, looking down at the building he was about to bust into. His normal armor had been replaced by a set of outrider armor bearing Cartel insignias and his firearms had been traded out for a thunderslug and a marauder. He was no Republic trooper on this...

Teran snickered slightly as Bishop said he sounded like a horror movie. Blah, blah, blah, war is horror or something like that, he said with a smile. He loved his job at the end of the day. While he'd rather be in bed with a beautiful woman right now, there was still no other job he'd rather do...

Teran returned fire at the pair above, drawing their attention away. Blaster fire was exchanged and blue and red bolts streaked through the air, slapping against stone after stone. It was becoming more clear that this would be a stalemate, but that was fine because this wasn't Teran's true plan...

Teran couldn't return fire well on the last two men. Blaster rounds slapped into the cover he was using and sent sparks flying. Pieces of stone began to melt away under the superheat of the plasma. Luckily, it seemed his partner knew what he was doing as well. They seemed to be making quite the...

Well, Bishop missed his shots, but at least it seemed to distract the thug who didn't manage to shoot Teran. Of course Bishop missed his shots but was able to slide down the rocks like a professional snowboarder. Because that was soooo helpful, but hey, at least he came down swinging. Plus Teran...

Teran watched as the other man propped himself up on the edge, looking down to the camp and doing his sweep of the area to get a head count. The other soldier kept his carbine sweeping the cliffs near them, watching to make sure they weren't flanked or ambushed. There was no sign of their enemy...

Teran stuck the small macrobinoculars back into his belt pouch as he slipped his helmet back on. This world was... muggy. In fact, he really didn't care for it, but that's just the way it was, it seemed. The military had a funny way of sending you to worlds you didn't want to be on where it was...