He took a last sip from the beer can. He very well knew he shouldn't be drunk for doing this sort of things, but he had already been drinking from before, so there wasn't going back on that point.

"I'm a bit too old, too rusty for this" he said, testing his bow. He came to this planet to escape his past, not to return at it... but troubles seems, where decided to find him, now in the form of Corporate Mercenaries, trying to bully around the peaceful local community he had choosen as his retreat.

He tried to told himself, this wasn't really his problem: he really neither lived with them -while friendly, he would always be a strange foreigner for them, specially as he never open up to them-.

But when the Corporate Mercenaries began burning villages and killing villagers as alledged "punitive actions" for sabotage and resistence against the agressive corporate take-over, he couldn't sit this one out.

He wasn't in the village when the mercenary patrol attacked -he was hunting and drinking, a dangerous convination- and arrived too late to save them.

But not too late to take revenge.

He only wished, he wasn't so damn drunk...

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Commission for Anonymous Deviant.

The Corporate Mercenaries he's ambushing are Zenith Horizon, a Private Military Contractor, a mercenary subsidiary company related to Azimuth Pharmaceuticals, and often used to do their dirty work.
 

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