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"Nebula Killian, hump." Bob huffed his greetings. That was almost as friendly as he could go.

He stared at the starship, Pegasus Class and sighed deeply. An explorer class. He preferred traveling on the more stable Drake Transport ship. If he wanted all the shaking and skirting about in space, he would have taken a Fighter Class ship. That would be way more fun.

Once he had the chance to board the ship, he walked over to the captain's chair and took a sit in it. If no one was going to violent object, this is the seat he was going to sit in.

Surrender! Bob shouted or face the force!

He walked forward cautiously without provoking any AOOs, basing both the enemies (H5). As he walked, he brought out his Techlash.

Bob ready to disarm any opponent that tries to attack him or his allies.

Disarm: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (16) + 9 = 25

Bob decided to keep his mouth and anger shut for now. After everyone entered the shop, he just stood at the door, keeping a look out for any other exits around while guarding the obvious front entrance.

Gather Information: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (6) + 0 = 6

Bob went over to a seat and took the data pad. He took a quick look at the basic profiles of his comrades and grunted. The usual group that he would get. Hopefully none of them were those that complain about him blocking the line of fire again. What did they expect? They wanted him to block the ways of the enemies, but stay out of the way of their weapons. One day, he would use a gun and ask his comrade to stand in front. That would be fun.

He sniffed disdainfully after hearing the briefing. The Vesk Julzakama had decided to stray from the path of the warrior and go into the path of the coward.

"Find Julzakama the seller before he go. Get the insignia and get him to talk." He repeated and sighed. Why must they have all these talking, especially to another Vesk.

"I will restraint from beating him up for our lost comrade." He promised. "Provided my comrades here wishes to talk to him nicely. If he's a proper Vesk like me, a direct approached is better... But more likely than not, he has grown soft."

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Bob "Darth Scar" Maverick | Male Vesk | N | HP 13 | SP 8 | RP 5
Bounty Hunter Soldier | Inits: +4 | Perc: +1 | Speed: 30 Ft
EAC 13 | KAC 16 | Fort +3; Ref +0; Will +2

Str 18, Dex 10, Con 12, Int 8, Wis 13, Cha 10

Skills (With 1 Ranks):
Profession (Bounty Hunter): +9
Survival: +6
Athletics: +8
(+13 to recall 'Mark' info for Bounty Hunter & info on law-enforcement individual & practices)

Class Skills: Blitz
Feats: Improved Combat Manever (Disarm)
Race: Unarmed Strike (Claw): +5, 1D3+4

Item:
Tacklash, Standard: +5, 1D4+4
Disam: +9
Frag Grenade x2: +1, 1D6P
Golem Forge Plating I
Consumer Backpack
50FT Titanium Alloy Rope
Professional Wear (Bounty Hunter)
Professional Tool Kit (Bounty Hunter)
Serum of Healing x2
Clear Spindle Aeon Stone

Background Story/Personality:
Bob Maverick, is and always will be, a bounty hunter. He live for money, he kill for money and generally ignore other people, beside Mystics. As he always say, people are generally bothersome to be with and just there to share a part of his bounty. He like mystics... for very practical reason. They can heal. Period.

Low intelligence: Do not care much about party tactics unless the tactics are specifically told or shouted out
Above Average Wisdom: Knows when to attack or retreat accordingly and attempt to enemies from reaching allies.
Average Charisma, but also a Vesk: Know what is the right thing to do, but become seriously impatient when people just 'do the talk and not walk it.'