Orgasmicallyfun
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Hundreds of years in the future is where our story begins. Matt has been a loner for his whole life. He never knew his parents and he was raised by people who found him abandoned on Plexair, which is a planet galaxies away from Earth. He taught himself everything he needed to know to survive on his own in the dangerous planet he lived on. He became very efficient with firearms and self defense. Matt would often steal from people and shops to provide himself with some money.
As time went on and he became very skilled at what he did Matt started to do jobs for people. Stealing vital information and valuables. Kidnapping people that owed other people money. One type of job he didn’t accept at first were assassainations, but as money grew short he accepted the high paying jobs.
Matt was making a name for himself as the best at what he did as the best bounty hunter in the galaxy. He had a nice place of his own on Plexair and his own ship. Matt was on his way back from a mission right now. Wearing his usual attire of black space pants that closely resembled jeans, a tight grey t shirt. Holster on his belt containing his weapon of choice, a beretta M9 handgun. This mission was a particular easy one for the payout that was offered, steal valuable intel from a group of aliens that he knew little about.
He snuck into their base with easy and took out a couple of the guards and tied them up before they woke up. After locating the files he quickly escaped without anyone following him, or so he thought. Before delivering the intel he stopped off at his favorite galactic spaceport for some drinks. Matt was sitting in the corner booth in the dimly lit place. His blue eyes scanning the room before he relaxed into the booth. Running his fingers through his short brown hair then down along his beard before grabbing the glass of whiskey and beginning to sip it.
As time went on and he became very skilled at what he did Matt started to do jobs for people. Stealing vital information and valuables. Kidnapping people that owed other people money. One type of job he didn’t accept at first were assassainations, but as money grew short he accepted the high paying jobs.
Matt was making a name for himself as the best at what he did as the best bounty hunter in the galaxy. He had a nice place of his own on Plexair and his own ship. Matt was on his way back from a mission right now. Wearing his usual attire of black space pants that closely resembled jeans, a tight grey t shirt. Holster on his belt containing his weapon of choice, a beretta M9 handgun. This mission was a particular easy one for the payout that was offered, steal valuable intel from a group of aliens that he knew little about.
He snuck into their base with easy and took out a couple of the guards and tied them up before they woke up. After locating the files he quickly escaped without anyone following him, or so he thought. Before delivering the intel he stopped off at his favorite galactic spaceport for some drinks. Matt was sitting in the corner booth in the dimly lit place. His blue eyes scanning the room before he relaxed into the booth. Running his fingers through his short brown hair then down along his beard before grabbing the glass of whiskey and beginning to sip it.