Silver Jedi Space
Voss
Katarn's nephilim-class landed smoothly outside the perimeter of the Jedi Temple on Voss. He went the rest of the way on foot. Didn't wear too much. Just some armorweave beneath the old, black poncho. A scavenged helmet from a dead Mando who no longer needed it. And his guns.
Some hunters went in looking like they were ready for breaching actions on a star destroyer. Rotary cannons and power armor and whatnot.
Not Sal's style.
The man reached the entrance to the temple, got stopped by some security. He flashed them his Guild license, then said in a sandpaper rasp,
"Lookin' for [member="Arisa Yune"]."
[member="Khthul the Elder"]
Voss
Katarn's nephilim-class landed smoothly outside the perimeter of the Jedi Temple on Voss. He went the rest of the way on foot. Didn't wear too much. Just some armorweave beneath the old, black poncho. A scavenged helmet from a dead Mando who no longer needed it. And his guns.
Some hunters went in looking like they were ready for breaching actions on a star destroyer. Rotary cannons and power armor and whatnot.
Not Sal's style.
The man reached the entrance to the temple, got stopped by some security. He flashed them his Guild license, then said in a sandpaper rasp,
"Lookin' for [member="Arisa Yune"]."
[member="Khthul the Elder"]