W.A.R.R.I.O.R
Rogue Sith
Styx exited the Tartarus, his magnificent interceptor currently stranded on the moon of Endor. The glade he and Xiartao had landed in was surprisingly large for the densely forested landscape that dots the moon. The Echani faced his fellow rogue Sith, who had mounted a speeder and was ready to go salvage some parts off of a wreckage.
"Are you sure you are prepared to this endeavour? We may very well face dangers in our way, and I would hate to carry you to your death... prematurely." Styx stated in a somewhat teasing manner.
"I would suggest a sparring session before departing in search of those parts; perhaps a bit of combat will bring me more clairvoyance and enlightenment on our current condition. What do you say?"
[member="Xiartao"]
"Are you sure you are prepared to this endeavour? We may very well face dangers in our way, and I would hate to carry you to your death... prematurely." Styx stated in a somewhat teasing manner.
"I would suggest a sparring session before departing in search of those parts; perhaps a bit of combat will bring me more clairvoyance and enlightenment on our current condition. What do you say?"
[member="Xiartao"]