[right][b]Nar Shadda[/b][/right]

Marrick eyed the conflict with Alix. Alix had to admit, Marrick wasn't what he had expected. He knew for a fact however that he had to prove himself more useful than Talbor, if Talbor got his claws into Marrick first Alix may as well forfeit his life. The two of them had worked well together this far, but the finding of Marrick more or less made Alix obselete. Talbor felt he didn't need the guard anymore, despite the fact that Marricks skills with a blade as of yet were... sub-par. Should Marrick come into a true fight with a skilled lightsaber combatant his chances of survival weren't incredibly high.

Ex-Imperials, traiterous scum. He didn't quite understand what the conflict between the Imperials and these two individuals was, however he wasn't going to stand by while people tarnished the name of the Empire by being common criminals. Desertion of duty and the like. He bowed towards Marrick. "M'Lord, I request the right to deal with this traitourous scum before we complete our mission. For too long have I had to sit idly by while the good name of the Emperor and the Empire has been tarnished by these petty criminals who go around wearing Imperial Uniforms as if it is their birthright."

Marrick eyed up Alix for a second, before nodding. Alix pulled his red helmet back onto his head and dropped down from the building, running his hand along it to slow his descent slightly, when he neared the bottom he pushed himself out at a perpidicular angle, into an arch and then a roll to break his fall. He sliced the bottom of his staff under a mercenaries feet knocking him to the ground as he came back up. He pointed the blade end towards the general. "You there! By command of the Emperor, relinquish your weapons, your uniform and your life."