Chain
Zann's Muscle
Getting off the Ground
Chain hadn't been with the Zann Consortium for very long, but they had treated him well while he was there. He had ran a few more basic jobs for the organization, but this time they would be doing something more high-profile. He didn't know what the job would be, but he prided himself in being Zann's strongest enforcer. There wasn't a man in the galaxy that could match his ferocity, in his own mind at least.
He would walk down the halls of Scarlett Zann's ship, along with a small crew of consortium mercs he worked along side. Chain wore more armor than any of them, and had a signature heavy sound to each step he took. Reef, a rodian captain for the organization would banter, "No often the boss lady herself needs a crew for something. Ready for this big guy?" Chain would simply nod. "Ready. If we're lucky, maybe it'll be a high paying job." The rest of the crew would all chuckle at that remark. Everyone was wondering exactly what they would be doing here.
Chain had never met the woman herself, but if the stories were true, she was one hell of a fighter.
