<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fb/Izzek.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Izzek Morai (https://docs.google.com/document/d/14-CNPhvL5T6c2iNN0wLlO61fBPtltGfSx0EiD8y6nxI/edit?usp=sharing)<br/><strong>Career</strong>: Bounty Hunter<br/><strong>Specializations</strong>: Operator<br/><strong>Wounds:</strong>0/12<br/><strong>Strain:</strong>0/14<br/><hr/><br/>Izzek rolled his eyes once more. If Oded starting giving orders, there were definitely all going to die. He wouldn't put it past the boy scout to manufacture an "accident" for the rest of the team so he could get transferred to a team of "real" imperials. Still, the worst thing to do was acknowledge him.<br/><br/>"It's a good plan, Savsta," he said, just to underline who was calling the shots here. "There's still plenty of legwork left to do, but I'm in." He paused, and grinned over at Twenty-One, "But I want a real game after all's said and done. I don't just bleed credits for anyone, after all."