Cyrus Falcor
Surgeon
Nar Shaddaa, a lowly planet of scum, villainy, and the most disgusting creatures known to Cyrus...the Living. Here, a group of Cartel members had been tracked down by Cyrus, they needed to no longer be alive, just for killing's sake.
Headed across the putrid skies of the polluted planet, a covered speeder with a group of Black Tie Syndicate gangsters. In the driver's seat sat a stoic Surgeon. It was time to make his house call, the patients desperately needed their medicine.
Sounds of chambers being racked and power packs clipping into their homes, powering up their deadly wielders. Cyrus steared the car towards a little known cantina on the edge of the city, that was where Cyrus had tracked the Cartel guys to.
Surgeon, how should we do this? Quiet and careful or kick down the door and spray them all to hell? A gangster asked...
Cyrus' gaze met the man's, the LED's turning from a low green to a bright crimson, the look on the gangsters face alerted the other two that door kicking was the answer. The speeder pulled up to the dock attached to the bar, Cyrus and the others hopped out and walked towards the bar. The bouncer attempted in vain to stop the quartet, but was met with a Stinger syringe to the eyeball. He fell backwards into the door and the weight of his body swung the door open, there stood the four gunmen, blasters now raised and aimed at the patrons inside...
We're looking for a few guys from the Cartel, anyone who helps won't be killed... Said the gangster, Cyrus stood, gazing into the horrified faces with the Crimson LED's staring back...
[member="Miss Blonde"] [member="James Justice"] @All other BTS gangsters, let's kill them all!