Mother of Pearl
If it hadn’t been [member="Jericho"], Joza would have balked as the cigarra floated from her hand to his outstretched one, ultimately being crushed in his palm. Resigning herself with a huff, the Zeltron settled on saving her addiction habit for later. She could probably get away with sneaking a few in her room later, or perhaps on the surface of Mustafar once they took care of whatever problem there was.
Maybe she would have said something, but an interesting bit of information side tracked her. “Your Padawan?” She snorted in surprise. “Well, he must be good if he survived this long.” She didn’t know about the fate of Jericho’s previous apprentices, how they’d either died or fell to the dark side. Right now, she was referring to his harsh training regimen. In remembrance, she almost shuddered at the thought of the many broken noses she’d received from him.
As they landed and disembarked, Joza adjusted the tight cowl over her head. The majority of the Knight’s pink skin was hidden beneath her armor, most of which was cloaked by a dark flowing robe. Her green eyes appraised those who had gathered there already, returning [member="Lady Kay"]’s nod in greeting. A vague spark of recognition widened her eyes when she recalled hearing the woman speak at the first Brotherhood meeting. Deciding not to dig too deeply into that, her vision tracked over to [member="Zephyr Carrick"]. Wait, isn’t that one of Maya’s kids? Squinting, she was surprised to find that he had neither the pink skin nor the violet hair of his mother or sister.
Soon after they were joined by [member="Aedan Miles"], the purple haired man muttering something unintelligible before the earth beneath them began to rumble. He looks more Zeltron than the Carrick kid. Her last thought faded into obscurity as a powerful wave of dark sided energy rolled over them, the ground breaking apart to unleash a torrent of lava, a great dark creature being birthed from the molten rock. Quickly, the Zeltron wrapped herself in a force barrier to avoid being drowned in a sea of lava. “What is that thing?”
[member="Tmoxin Temi"] [member="Linalia Soft"] [member="Nick Imura"] [member="Saverok"]
Maybe she would have said something, but an interesting bit of information side tracked her. “Your Padawan?” She snorted in surprise. “Well, he must be good if he survived this long.” She didn’t know about the fate of Jericho’s previous apprentices, how they’d either died or fell to the dark side. Right now, she was referring to his harsh training regimen. In remembrance, she almost shuddered at the thought of the many broken noses she’d received from him.
As they landed and disembarked, Joza adjusted the tight cowl over her head. The majority of the Knight’s pink skin was hidden beneath her armor, most of which was cloaked by a dark flowing robe. Her green eyes appraised those who had gathered there already, returning [member="Lady Kay"]’s nod in greeting. A vague spark of recognition widened her eyes when she recalled hearing the woman speak at the first Brotherhood meeting. Deciding not to dig too deeply into that, her vision tracked over to [member="Zephyr Carrick"]. Wait, isn’t that one of Maya’s kids? Squinting, she was surprised to find that he had neither the pink skin nor the violet hair of his mother or sister.
Soon after they were joined by [member="Aedan Miles"], the purple haired man muttering something unintelligible before the earth beneath them began to rumble. He looks more Zeltron than the Carrick kid. Her last thought faded into obscurity as a powerful wave of dark sided energy rolled over them, the ground breaking apart to unleash a torrent of lava, a great dark creature being birthed from the molten rock. Quickly, the Zeltron wrapped herself in a force barrier to avoid being drowned in a sea of lava. “What is that thing?”
[member="Tmoxin Temi"] [member="Linalia Soft"] [member="Nick Imura"] [member="Saverok"]