Darth Ferus
Wanderer
Krest shook his head slow. In his hand, a crossbow. The iconic weapon of the Templars. He was down in the Templar Sanctums training room, firing the weapon at the targets in front of him. But the Zabrak was a poor shot, and hardly any of the shots were close to their mark. So in frustration he did the only thing he could think of. Call someone.
And who better to call then @[member="Galaar CC-252"]? The Zabrak couldn't think of any one else. One of the few clones from the Clone Wars, and one of the best shots the Dread Guard had to offer. Hell, probably the best shot in the CIS military. Krest idly tossed the crossbow in his palm. If Galaar couldn't help him get it, he probably would never get it.
And who better to call then @[member="Galaar CC-252"]? The Zabrak couldn't think of any one else. One of the few clones from the Clone Wars, and one of the best shots the Dread Guard had to offer. Hell, probably the best shot in the CIS military. Krest idly tossed the crossbow in his palm. If Galaar couldn't help him get it, he probably would never get it.