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Ardak Serifen didn't particularly like Sith Lords, but even so, had he known that across the galaxy one [member="Darth Janus"] was going to be orchestrating a friendly tactical battle against [member="Darth Carach"] he'd have told him that he was wasting his time. Ardak Serifen himself had been waiting nearly ten days for a response to his fleet battle with the One Sith like-whore, and despite periodic motivators he had always been put off. Perhaps Ardak simply wasn't pretty enough for Darth Carach and Tyrin's flowing white-locks would entrance Carach enough to elicit a response. Only time would tell. But thusfar, time was not telling a very happy or adventurous tale of fleeting or tactics.
Derisive Umbaran
[member="Ardak Serifen"]
Just under three hours later, time would tell both Ardak and Tyrin "no. No, Tyrin's flowing white locks would not entrance Carach enough to elicit a response."
But it was hardly Ardak's place to judge, considering he still had a thread to respond to. An elder thread, likely pertaining to scrolls.
Just under three hours later, time would tell both Ardak and Tyrin "no. No, Tyrin's flowing white locks would not entrance Carach enough to elicit a response."
But it was hardly Ardak's place to judge, considering he still had a thread to respond to. An elder thread, likely pertaining to scrolls.
Spark Finn
Encrypt Code: 1989//
[member="Darth Janus"]
A somewhat bored, blond slicer sat....no, lay on her back on one of the makeshift bleachers. She tossed a gravball up in the air, working on her eye-hand coordination. Gum smacked loudly in her mouth, a half drunken cream-soda next to her.
Like Darth Janus, she waited. Unlike Darth Janus, she had enough snacks to wait for a long time.
If he asked her nicely, she might share before or after the sassy hair flip.
A somewhat bored, blond slicer sat....no, lay on her back on one of the makeshift bleachers. She tossed a gravball up in the air, working on her eye-hand coordination. Gum smacked loudly in her mouth, a half drunken cream-soda next to her.
Like Darth Janus, she waited. Unlike Darth Janus, she had enough snacks to wait for a long time.
If he asked her nicely, she might share before or after the sassy hair flip.