Jaxton Ravos
Mindwalker of the Outer Rim
Jaxton wandered through the darkened streets of the lower levels of Coruscant, and in the distance spotted a Republic Trooper. He raised his rifle and shot three times, once at head and twice at his chest and the man was dead, lying with a holey head and torso. Three more Republic troops emerged from behind the one dead and began shooting at him, Jaxton merely chucked a thermal detonator and backpedalled, before heading to the right, into an old open building. More cover that way. He heard the screams of two Republic troops being incinerated and smiled. Three down. Unaware of the specs of the building he continued forward, before he heard the steps of something, perhaps another trooper. He switched to his trusty shotgun and continued forward, before another Republic Soldier with a combat knife jumped out of the shadows and attempted to impale him. Better senses prevailed and Jaxton had a feeling, a premonition to move, and got out of the way before filling the Republic Knifeman with slag. Jaxton smiled. These Republic Troopers hadn't quite caught on to the war they were in just yet, and had no idea how combat really worked. Jaxton had been in wars, he knew just how gritty the reality was.
"Nice work out there." A Sith Trooper said as he came to his flank. Jaxton remained quiet and wandered to the end of building, the Sith Trooper hopefully having his back. Before heading out the building he spotted a Republic Trooper pass the open door, and ran out after him, before grabbing the back of his neck twisting it before it was off it's axis and the man was dead. Five down. Jaxton was a monster out there. The Sith Trooper behind him emerged out of the building to join his side before he heard the man scream, a shot to his heart. Jaxton quickly tried to find the enemy but couldn't before he spotted a rocket coming his way. He tried to avoid it but the explosion was too wide , Jaxton was embedded in shrapnel as his head flew off away from him. A gruesome way to die.
"POODOO!" Jaxton cursed as he almost threw his controller down to the floor as he waited to respawn. He was on a kill streak, only to be taken down by some lone rocket. Still, he was having quite the fun. Galaxy on the Warfront had just released this weekened, and everyone was stoked out to play the new game where you could fight as Republic, Sith, Fringe, Omega Protectorate, or CIS troopers. It'd set him back a hefty seventy credits along with the pre-order, but GamePlanet was having a special where if you returned a week after release you could 40% of the game's credit in store. It was a bit of ripoff as you couldn't just return the game, but GamePlanet had a near monopoly on holo-gaming nowadays so it was often hard to find somewhere else to get a game.
Jaxton continued throughout the match, and the Republic soon learned that Jaxton was the only the man on his team worth their weight in Banta Poodoo, and put two guys specifically to find and kill him, while the rest of their men decimated his squad. Jaxton ended the match with a 1.8 K/D ratio, which was okay he guess, but when no one else managed to get above a .7 you weren't doing well. A bit fed up he left his squad and got into the lobby to start a new match, unaware of who else might show up and play.
"Nice work out there." A Sith Trooper said as he came to his flank. Jaxton remained quiet and wandered to the end of building, the Sith Trooper hopefully having his back. Before heading out the building he spotted a Republic Trooper pass the open door, and ran out after him, before grabbing the back of his neck twisting it before it was off it's axis and the man was dead. Five down. Jaxton was a monster out there. The Sith Trooper behind him emerged out of the building to join his side before he heard the man scream, a shot to his heart. Jaxton quickly tried to find the enemy but couldn't before he spotted a rocket coming his way. He tried to avoid it but the explosion was too wide , Jaxton was embedded in shrapnel as his head flew off away from him. A gruesome way to die.
"POODOO!" Jaxton cursed as he almost threw his controller down to the floor as he waited to respawn. He was on a kill streak, only to be taken down by some lone rocket. Still, he was having quite the fun. Galaxy on the Warfront had just released this weekened, and everyone was stoked out to play the new game where you could fight as Republic, Sith, Fringe, Omega Protectorate, or CIS troopers. It'd set him back a hefty seventy credits along with the pre-order, but GamePlanet was having a special where if you returned a week after release you could 40% of the game's credit in store. It was a bit of ripoff as you couldn't just return the game, but GamePlanet had a near monopoly on holo-gaming nowadays so it was often hard to find somewhere else to get a game.
Jaxton continued throughout the match, and the Republic soon learned that Jaxton was the only the man on his team worth their weight in Banta Poodoo, and put two guys specifically to find and kill him, while the rest of their men decimated his squad. Jaxton ended the match with a 1.8 K/D ratio, which was okay he guess, but when no one else managed to get above a .7 you weren't doing well. A bit fed up he left his squad and got into the lobby to start a new match, unaware of who else might show up and play.