by Tyr on Tue Jun 18, 2019 7:41 am
"Right," Tyr agreed. "When we were fighting the Republic, we could pick from those we captured, or turned to each other if none were left alive. I was never picky about that." He scratched at another imaginary itch, arkanians have claws too, he thought for no discernible reason. "But those were all, uh, disposable. Thrown way after I was done."
Sith Apprentice | Shistavanen | Batman Voice | Fearsome to Behold | Microchipped | DECEASED D9
Theme | Avatar | DescriptionMy mind was lost in translation, and my heart has become a cold and impassive machine.Equip: Chitin Armour, Thermal Cloak, Double-Bladed Lightsaber, Commlink, Datapad, Stimpacks
Ship: the Midnight Howl