Star Wars Roleplay: Chaos
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Sian Jerikao
Definitely not going to eat you
Jerikao was remarkably calm, a cold composure followed his every move: be it a predatory sense that watched over all the other Sith or a simple disinterest at getting commands shouted at him: horribly unnecessary ones at that. But, he was a blank face, none of his own feelings actually out to the world and his mind it's own little labyrinth. He exchanged no words with the other Sith other than simple greetings, he had only one reason for being here: to observe.
To pone ones' skills as a predator they needed to observe how the others hunted, how the prey behaved, it was his art: a silent art he rarely expressed, always continuing on his masquerade as a human with some interesting birth-defects to give him such...unnatural....eyes. Each one a dot on a near diamond-like blue in nothing more than black. And those eyes looked on, as if he was simply looking into metaphorical space as they made the descent.
He wasn't, Sian was never that stupid.
He was planning, unlike these Knights he had no Lightsaber nor the tools to effectively duel the Jedi: and so the craft landed, cannons flared, war: something he had alas become familiar with after his handful of adventures with the Sith at this point, or at least the style of battle.
While the onslaught continued, Sian lagged behind: his thin Vibrosword simply humming away as he grew incredibly...bored. There was little for him to contribute here nor was there much to observe. And with that in mind he had no issue disappearing from the main party of Sith like a blur, no better way to learn than with simple experience, and that was what he intended to do: learn with raw and bloody experience, maybe get a meal out of the whole thing.
[member="Darth Xaem"]
To pone ones' skills as a predator they needed to observe how the others hunted, how the prey behaved, it was his art: a silent art he rarely expressed, always continuing on his masquerade as a human with some interesting birth-defects to give him such...unnatural....eyes. Each one a dot on a near diamond-like blue in nothing more than black. And those eyes looked on, as if he was simply looking into metaphorical space as they made the descent.
He wasn't, Sian was never that stupid.
He was planning, unlike these Knights he had no Lightsaber nor the tools to effectively duel the Jedi: and so the craft landed, cannons flared, war: something he had alas become familiar with after his handful of adventures with the Sith at this point, or at least the style of battle.
While the onslaught continued, Sian lagged behind: his thin Vibrosword simply humming away as he grew incredibly...bored. There was little for him to contribute here nor was there much to observe. And with that in mind he had no issue disappearing from the main party of Sith like a blur, no better way to learn than with simple experience, and that was what he intended to do: learn with raw and bloody experience, maybe get a meal out of the whole thing.
[member="Darth Xaem"]
Sian Jerikao
Definitely not going to eat you
Sian was all but blind to the carnage going on not so far away, he simply didn’t care, not that he couldn’t see or feel it. His presence was completely and utterly unnecessary to that senseless and inelegant slaughter, he intended to reap his prize out of this one way or another,
He had decided he wanted a Lightsaber.
He had come to the choice after he did the ever familiar bit of climbing along the infrastructure of the ship, hidden from view to those too stupid enough to just not look up. A specter as always, a phantom so nimbly moving among the enemy without thier knowing. He left fleeing crewmen alive, defensive complements rushing to the slaughter, they were not the prey. He wanted a Jedi, hunt for the strongest of Lucks to feast upon once his deed was done. Of course he needed to go find someone low enough rank to kill.
And as he clawed his way around, like the beast that truly laid inside every Anzat, he found his quarry: a fresh looking Jedi, Rodian, helping herd away crew members to escape the whirling slaughter. Idiot, leave the weak to die, that was the truth of the Galaxy,
The fool wouldn’t even know what hit him.
[member="Darth Xaem"]
He had decided he wanted a Lightsaber.
He had come to the choice after he did the ever familiar bit of climbing along the infrastructure of the ship, hidden from view to those too stupid enough to just not look up. A specter as always, a phantom so nimbly moving among the enemy without thier knowing. He left fleeing crewmen alive, defensive complements rushing to the slaughter, they were not the prey. He wanted a Jedi, hunt for the strongest of Lucks to feast upon once his deed was done. Of course he needed to go find someone low enough rank to kill.
And as he clawed his way around, like the beast that truly laid inside every Anzat, he found his quarry: a fresh looking Jedi, Rodian, helping herd away crew members to escape the whirling slaughter. Idiot, leave the weak to die, that was the truth of the Galaxy,
The fool wouldn’t even know what hit him.
[member="Darth Xaem"]