Subject 37
The Cracked Mirror
Togoria
A brisk wind pushed at his cloak, the torrential press of air nearly threatening to disrobe him. He shook slightly, drawing the garment closer and making sure that it did not float away. He half shifted, observing through the macrobinoculars as far off columns of military forces began to move forward. His eyes set upon them, scanning them and searching for some kind of identifying markers. Vaguely he recognized one of the banners, an associate of the Sith that sat at the core of the galaxy. Artanis studied it for a moment, the formations and how their forces moved.
He frowned for a moment, regarding his companion as he spoke. "They are headed north."
She would know that already, always did.
"We should follow." His words were terse, quick, as they always were. He had never been one for conversation, even among those whom he would call friends. His eyes peeled away from the macrobinoculars refocusing on his companion as he looked to her. She was the wiser of the two, the more cunning. "See where they go and observe the eventual clash with the enemy forces."
It was the intelligent thing to do, albeit more dangerous. "I doubt they'll notice."
War was a busy thing, and a few observers following your regiment was not something that most would actually be able to find, especially when it was Artanis and his companions. There was no concern in him of confrontation with the forces before them, at least not in any major regard. They weren't here to fight after all.
Just watch.
A brisk wind pushed at his cloak, the torrential press of air nearly threatening to disrobe him. He shook slightly, drawing the garment closer and making sure that it did not float away. He half shifted, observing through the macrobinoculars as far off columns of military forces began to move forward. His eyes set upon them, scanning them and searching for some kind of identifying markers. Vaguely he recognized one of the banners, an associate of the Sith that sat at the core of the galaxy. Artanis studied it for a moment, the formations and how their forces moved.
He frowned for a moment, regarding his companion as he spoke. "They are headed north."
She would know that already, always did.
"We should follow." His words were terse, quick, as they always were. He had never been one for conversation, even among those whom he would call friends. His eyes peeled away from the macrobinoculars refocusing on his companion as he looked to her. She was the wiser of the two, the more cunning. "See where they go and observe the eventual clash with the enemy forces."
It was the intelligent thing to do, albeit more dangerous. "I doubt they'll notice."
War was a busy thing, and a few observers following your regiment was not something that most would actually be able to find, especially when it was Artanis and his companions. There was no concern in him of confrontation with the forces before them, at least not in any major regard. They weren't here to fight after all.
Just watch.