Marco Wright

Marco groaned as he woke up sitting in his bed. His head ached from the fight and he cursed under his breath. Marco looked around fairly disoriented from the blows he received. He got up, tussled his hair, and grabbed some Corellian Ale from the mini fridge near the door and proceeded to chug it. The Bounty Hunter/Assassin looked around and found a datapad on a table nearby. Marco read the contents and groaned. The last thing he wanted to do right now was travel off planet. In fact, all he wanted to do now was sit down, take a nap and watch a couple episodes of *"Two and a Half Gungans." But no, he'd have to move his lazy ass and fly around in a space ship. He sighed, as long as he got his paycheck at the end of the week, he would be happy. Marco grabbed his gear, put on his armor, and holstered all weapons. The change in administration might prove to his advantage. Hutt's weren't known to pay more than needed, but the fact the new leader was so inexperienced, would hopefully put more dough in his bakery. Marco opened the door and walked back into the interior of the Hutt base. The dark dungeon like motif never got old. He blinked several times adjusting to the lighting. He walked around advancing towards the final goal of finding some sort of a hanger bay. He hoped that he'd be able to leave Tatooine without having to go outside. He had no clue why Hutts loved this planet so much, it's a scorching hot pile of dust, and don't slugs dry out? He kept walking around, refusing to ask for directions; he didn't want to show any sign of weakness. He finally found the bay and let out a small sigh of relief. He needed to rest; he was still tired from the fight and would nap on the trip. Marco walked into the nearest ship, hot wired it and left the bay. Once he left the atmosphere he entered the coordinates for random jumps then the final of his destination. Marco then took a nap waiting to reach Nar Shadaa. *Special thanks to John for that reference. ((OMG I MADE A POST!!! Jesse returns. For now”¦))

Marco stared with disbelief as Clash started to run up the wall. It was a pretty damn gutsy and awesome move. Soon though, the awe turnedto anger at the fact that the man thought he was not even a worth opponent. No one disses Marco Wright. His ego was one that if proven wrong, would; no matter how calm he was turn into a furious rage. An idea spawned into the mind of the young bounty hunter/assassins mind. He pulled out two blasters and fired at the ceiling above them. Dust came down and small chunks of broken tiles fell down. A fairly large cluster of tiles fell. Making haste, the man threw his blasters at it. With a woosh, it hit the tiles with perfect aim. The force of the impact caused the tile cluster break into several pieces all heading slightly in front of Clash as he was running so it'd either hit him and knock him off or, he'd stop running and fall flat on the floor and have his attempt thwarted. Well that or Clash would evade it and hurt his pretty little face. Hopefully that he'd beat the man. He was getting quite board with this little practice session was getting boring and he longed for some real true action. Some real killing will be a really nice change of pace. <>

As Clash charged at him he side stepped and grabbed his arm. He let him keep running so he'd run into the wall. He then moved Clash's arm behind his back before grabbing the other and doing the same. He smiled at the irony and pulled back a bit then pushed forward so he'd slam Clash into the wall. Marco then said, "Let me take a break and I'll let you go."

Marco listened to Clash and grinned as he took a step forward. Blaster bolts came flying everywhere aimed at him. He noticed a small gap between the shots that was just large enough for him to jump through. He dove inbetween the bullets and earned himself 2 seconds of rest. The bolts were now coming in horizontal moving down with every new row. He ducked below some of them and jumped over others. The shots seemed to end for a while and he pulled out his blasters. Marco then fired at all of the turrets knocking them out. He stood still for a moment, breathing deeply; that was hard work and expected a break soon. He then felt a bullet hit his arm. Marco then fired in less then a second at the direction the bullet came and heard a small explosion of the bolt hitting it. Marco got ready for pain to rush to his arm but none came, he only lost all feeling there. He then realized that it was only a stun bolt. He waited for Clash to say anything, hopefully he'd be able to just lay down and take a nap.

When Clash walked in, he put his guns back in their holsters. He listened to him talk and said, "Yeah, but I belong in a movie." He got ready for Clash's attack by drawing two of his knives he made sure that he didn't get distracted by Clash twirling his around. As the blade was shot at him, Marco moved his knife so he'd block the incoming projectile it hit his knife and was knocked at another direction. It went flying away and hit one of the targets in a perfect bullseye, "See what I mean?" Marco then realized that Clash was sending another blade his way, this time he decided to just dodge it. He jumped out of the way and saw the knife hit the wall. Marco then pulled out two pistols and fired 4 shots at him, he was gonna have some fun before he had to go on the job.

Marco let go of the blades and moved his arms down casually in order do hide the fact he had ever grabbed them. He walked out of the room nonchalantly, he still didn't trust anyone here. While walking through the halls he noticed several guards looking at him he smiled and moved his hand down and said, "At ease men," trying to piss them off in a I am Groot fashion. He walked down into the basement and placed some things away, and looked around. He had a lot of space and a room for him to train in, this was an even better gig than the gunshop. He pulled out one of his blasters and walked into the training room. He set up several targets and practiced shooting sideways. It looked awesome and made him that much cooler.

Marco looked at the Hutt as it moved forward, the thing was gross and he managed to hide his disgust at the slug. He innocently put one hand in his pocket and one hand scratching his neck when he was actually, grabbing two knives he kept concealed. Marco looked around the room so he would have a good knowledge of his surroundings and he noticed Clash loading his gun. He allowed a small smile to grow on his face, if Clash thought he could kill him that easily he had another thing coming. When the Hutt started talking to him, he made the smile vanish off of his face. He waited for him to finish when he said, "I don't have any bounties or warrants on me no." he then made sure that he kept one eye on Clash and waited for the Hutt to respond.

"Marco's ship" landed outside the Hutt palace. He walked out and went into the palace and let out a small snarl, would it kill them to light the place up a bit more? How much could it possibly cost to have it light enough so he could clearly see what was 10 in front of him. He kept walking until he made his way to the thrown room. He went through the big doors and looked at the Hutt, those guys really do need to go on a diet. He noticed a trap door on the floor and stood behind it. He wasn't sure what to say so he said nothing at all and waited for the Hutt to address him.

Marco Wrights'S CHARACTER SHEET Identity Real Name: Marco Wright A.K.A: Homeworld: Coruscant Species: Human Physical Description Age: 23 Height: "6'3 Weight: 232 lbs Hair: Black Eyes: One eye green, the other brown. Sex: Male Equipment Clothing or Armor: Common Inventory: Credits, datapad, pistol, knife with the word "Anarchy" engraved in it, stained with blood. Faction Information Force User, Force Sensitive or Non-Force User: FU Alignment: Chaotic evil. Current Faction Affiliation: Sith Current Faction Rank: Acolyte History: Background: Marco was born on Gala. He had been thought to be a suitable jedi, having a high midichlorian count. He was trained in the jedi ways. He understood the teachings but never took them to heart, he considered their ideals to be idiotic. As he got further and further along in the teachings, he began to hate the jedi more and more. He finally snapped one day, the rest is unknown to everyone including himself, though it is known he entered complete and utter insanity and deleted all memories of himself being sane because he came to the judgement they could only weaken him. Some point after his insanity and hatred for all shaped together into the being of utter chaos he is today, he decided to further his powers by training with the sith in order to create a universe of darkness and hatred. Now the only thing he cares to do is kill and enslave and make all fear the name, Marco Wright. Ship Registration No Ship, steals them when he needs one.

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MARCO WRIGHT'S CHARACHTER SHEET Real Name: Marco Wright Nickname: Age: 23 Species: Human Height: ”œ6'0 Weight: 182 lbs Hair: Black Eyes: Green Sex: Male Body Build: Fairly muscular Skin: Tan Homeworld: Coruscant Alignment: Good Clothing: Jacket with white t-shirt under, blackish grey jeans. *When armored, wears a clone commando armor with cortosis shell. Painted Jet Trooper style. Weapons: Blaster pistol, vibro sword, fusion cutter, blaster rifle, fists. Inventory: None Posessions: Credits, tools, droid body guard/assistant. Personality: Witty, and is very good with machines-he has the reputation to be able to fix anything. He is also is a bit of a slacker at times.