'I have a special job for you. I need you to kill a certain ambassador who's been fighting against my ruling. You're able to handle that, won't you?'

Marrok only nodded back in silence at Morgan's words, his helmet tilting downward to stare at the holo-image of you and the last known footage of your presence. You were the newly established ambassador that the New Republic had sent to Corvus to take Morgan's Magistrate status. You were supposed to bring Morgan to trial for her crimes against the people of Corvus and have the forest planet become an ally to the New Republic.

But Morgan was not going down easily. She had already killed off two of your guards when you stormed inside her palace. She would have blown up your ship and nearly killed you if not for the villagers helping you escape. The screams of those traitors filled the air as Marrok left the iron palace, barely phased by the shock cages that held the villagers inside them. Nor did he mind the lingering smell of burnt wood from Morgan burning it all down as punishment for the town's disobedience.

He had a mission to kill. It didn't matter if what he once thought peace was an option if not for it to fail the Jedi at the end of the Clone Wars. Peace was an illusion and only the strongest could survive. Just as he had done so and will continue to do so so long as he's fulfilling his assassinations.

Now the former Inquisitor now mercenary, stood before you. His double-bladed lightsaber spun into a blurb of a circle as he inched closer to you. You lay there on the ground, trying to back away with one hand pushing the dirt as the other trembled when holding up your pathetic excuse of a blaster.

"That won't do you good in the end." His raspy mechanical voice echoed out of his helmet. "There is no one here to help you."