DV8-420
Sic Vis Pacem Parabellum
He stood silent, as always, His features as cold and emotionless as ever though hidden beneath the shroud of the iconic helmet adorning his head. He had no codename or call sign, He was a clone bred for battle, He had a designation. So he stood silent at attention as [member="Iron Maiden"] spoke.
He hated Nar Shadda, It smelled horrible to him like the decades scum and filth that had soiled the streets below. Bit he would deal and adapt as always.
He hated Nar Shadda, It smelled horrible to him like the decades scum and filth that had soiled the streets below. Bit he would deal and adapt as always.