Davin leaned back in his seat as his besu'liik mount hovered through the empty black. Nobody expected a fight now after Azrael hailed Mohc...But one could never be sure, and so it was his job along with three other small groups to hover...and keep watch as the Mandalorians went about their work. Yawning and stretching in the comfortable saddle-style cockpit of his metal beast, he struggled to stay awake, even with the rumble of his droid's simulated breathing.
Things were going smoothly, and soon Gromas would truly be theirs.
Things were going smoothly, and soon Gromas would truly be theirs.