Ashin Varanin
Professional Enabler
@[member="Jhar'vokh"]
JUNCTION
War left scars -- a banal truism. Rach carried a few of his own, but they paled in comparison to the scars of Junction. From the mountainside, he looked down on the marks of turbolasers, lightning, spammed grenades and all the other tools of Mandalorians and Sith.
The Red Coterie, by and large, sneered on the whole thing. At least, that was Rach's understanding of the nascent brotherhood. His tattoo still itched. As it turned cold from the strange alchemical ink reacting to the presence of another such tattoo, he rose from his seat on the mountainside and removed his helmet. A figure ascended the mountain -- small, almost childlike; hunched and wiry. A Noghri, the legendary race of assassins.
Jhar'vokh had acquired a legend of his own. The assassin-turned-terrorist was paying, and paying well, for Rach's training, but Jhar'vokh had apparently acquired all manner of strange and potent skills without formal rank or consistent training.
Rach could do something about that.
JUNCTION
War left scars -- a banal truism. Rach carried a few of his own, but they paled in comparison to the scars of Junction. From the mountainside, he looked down on the marks of turbolasers, lightning, spammed grenades and all the other tools of Mandalorians and Sith.
The Red Coterie, by and large, sneered on the whole thing. At least, that was Rach's understanding of the nascent brotherhood. His tattoo still itched. As it turned cold from the strange alchemical ink reacting to the presence of another such tattoo, he rose from his seat on the mountainside and removed his helmet. A figure ascended the mountain -- small, almost childlike; hunched and wiry. A Noghri, the legendary race of assassins.
Jhar'vokh had acquired a legend of his own. The assassin-turned-terrorist was paying, and paying well, for Rach's training, but Jhar'vokh had apparently acquired all manner of strange and potent skills without formal rank or consistent training.
Rach could do something about that.