Enoch Zambrano
Little Boy Zambrano
~Ziost~
Enoch paced back and forth in the old street, his arms crossed as he waited. Recently, he'd landed on Ziost, and had been staying in Adasta'kun, a rebel city who Enoch was helping to win their war against the capital in return for their loyalty. However, he had another task he wished to accomplish. The city followed the ways of the ancient Sith Lords who lived on Ziost, and they wish for the return of a few artifacts from an old tomb out in the hot deserts of the planet. Enoch truly doubted whether he would find anything, as according the denizens of Adasta'kun, most of the alchemized items were either stolen or lost, and there wasn't else worth much. Maybe the young man would get lucky and find an old scroll or, perhaps, some sort of holocron.
As small sigh escaped Enoch's lips. Why am I doing this? He'd called Darth Noxia to Ziost to help him search the tombs, figuring she would enjoy a good treasure hunt. She was perhaps the only Sith Enoch felt wouldn't kill him over an interesting artifact. Or, so he hoped. Either way, Enoch was prepared for her arrival. He had decided it best to leave at night, less chance of someone following them. If someone dared. A small speeder sat before Enoch, a smaller engine, but good enough. It had a few different supplies on the back, but hopefully they wouldn't be needed, survival gear and what not.
He dropped himself onto the seat of the speeder, waiting for Greta to arrive, and then, they would go hunting for secrets.
[member="Darth Noxia"]
Enoch paced back and forth in the old street, his arms crossed as he waited. Recently, he'd landed on Ziost, and had been staying in Adasta'kun, a rebel city who Enoch was helping to win their war against the capital in return for their loyalty. However, he had another task he wished to accomplish. The city followed the ways of the ancient Sith Lords who lived on Ziost, and they wish for the return of a few artifacts from an old tomb out in the hot deserts of the planet. Enoch truly doubted whether he would find anything, as according the denizens of Adasta'kun, most of the alchemized items were either stolen or lost, and there wasn't else worth much. Maybe the young man would get lucky and find an old scroll or, perhaps, some sort of holocron.
As small sigh escaped Enoch's lips. Why am I doing this? He'd called Darth Noxia to Ziost to help him search the tombs, figuring she would enjoy a good treasure hunt. She was perhaps the only Sith Enoch felt wouldn't kill him over an interesting artifact. Or, so he hoped. Either way, Enoch was prepared for her arrival. He had decided it best to leave at night, less chance of someone following them. If someone dared. A small speeder sat before Enoch, a smaller engine, but good enough. It had a few different supplies on the back, but hopefully they wouldn't be needed, survival gear and what not.
He dropped himself onto the seat of the speeder, waiting for Greta to arrive, and then, they would go hunting for secrets.
[member="Darth Noxia"]