Commander Muskrat

Commander Muskrat stood in the warship’s smoking ruins, plasma sword crackling in one hand and his assault rifle resting heavy in the other. The five bullets around his neck clinked softly against his flak armor - one for every fight that nearly took him, his gasmask hiding any trace of hesitation. Enemy eyes watched him from the shadows, but he raised his arms in quiet defiance, daring them to move. "You’re wasting my time," he growled, stepping forward without breaking stride. Included are: –…

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