(Pretty picture by
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This hybrid gentleman is named Briar. He's a Crocobear (Crocodile / Bear). In this particular iteration, he is a Master Gunnery Sergeant for an interstellar Dominion, serving in their elite Shocktroopers division. Basically ODST in powered armor.
Of course, at the time of the game he's in, he's stationed on a desert prison world, one of a handful of Shocktroopers in the entire garrison. The planet is used to dump off criminals, political dissidents, undesirables, etc. The garrison as well; the planet is where you're assigned if you're a fuckup, incompetent, or pissed off the wrong people.
Briar is one of the latter of these types. Shooting planetary governors, no matter how justified, tend to end up like that.
He's also huge. Hard to get the scale down exactly in one base image, but Briar is about 8 feet tall. And square. He's very large. Being the universes equivalent of a Navy SEAL, you can guess where his weight comes from. (Hint: it's not flab)
Here, he's dealing with a group from the rest of the garrison. The fuckups. The rejects. The losers.
"Gods, give me patience... Or a 'Weapons Free' order."
)This hybrid gentleman is named Briar. He's a Crocobear (Crocodile / Bear). In this particular iteration, he is a Master Gunnery Sergeant for an interstellar Dominion, serving in their elite Shocktroopers division. Basically ODST in powered armor.
Of course, at the time of the game he's in, he's stationed on a desert prison world, one of a handful of Shocktroopers in the entire garrison. The planet is used to dump off criminals, political dissidents, undesirables, etc. The garrison as well; the planet is where you're assigned if you're a fuckup, incompetent, or pissed off the wrong people.
Briar is one of the latter of these types. Shooting planetary governors, no matter how justified, tend to end up like that.
He's also huge. Hard to get the scale down exactly in one base image, but Briar is about 8 feet tall. And square. He's very large. Being the universes equivalent of a Navy SEAL, you can guess where his weight comes from. (Hint: it's not flab)
Here, he's dealing with a group from the rest of the garrison. The fuckups. The rejects. The losers.
"Gods, give me patience... Or a 'Weapons Free' order."
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