It used to be that where there were credits to be made, the Blood Pack would be there. Scrounging around the galaxy, killing anyone or anything that crosses our way, we earned our name as the most violent mercenaries in the system. But then our appetites demanded more; an abundance of credits no longer meant anything to us. Combat, violence, gore, survival of the fittest -- that is what makes the galaxy go around. We've developed a taste for maximum bloodshed. We've earned our scars crushing anything that dared to challenge us. Now it is our turn to show you what true conquest looks like. Get your ass to the arena, pyjak.