Kraton Marr
Character
What had once began as a typical day quickly devolved into one of Kraton's worst. The Bounty Hunter had met with another, prepared to start a simple job after a quick stop at a local bar. What he hadn't expected was to receive a laced drink. Now groggy, stripped of gear and chained to a wall, the Mandalorian thrashed in vein in a dual attempt to both wake up and free himself of his restraints. "When I get out of here... I'll kick that... Shabuir... Right... In his shebs!" The man shouted hazily as he continued his attempts at freedom.
A loud clang resounded through the chamber as a metal mallet slammed into the iron bars of the cell. "Quiet, Mercenary poodoo!" A guard yelled in a dull attempt in shutting Kraton up.
[member="Bryanjar Aulfmaor"]
A loud clang resounded through the chamber as a metal mallet slammed into the iron bars of the cell. "Quiet, Mercenary poodoo!" A guard yelled in a dull attempt in shutting Kraton up.
[member="Bryanjar Aulfmaor"]