Niish Chichel
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- Joined
- Feb 12, 2019
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This was the first operation Niish had been put in charge of. Himself and two others he'd not met yet, before briefing, he was then sent to Toydaria to do what he does best; cause terror and mayhem. Armed with his Lightsaber, saberstaff, Repeater Rifle and pistol respectively, Niish looked and felt ready for war with the Marauding Mandalorian menace, or 'canned food' as he's taken to calling them after his scrap with them on Hapes.
In the sewer system below a busy metropolitan area of Toydaria. Niish had been able to gain entry to the planet by stowing away on a planetbound ferry, and slipping away, into the sewers where he lie in wait for his comrades, making meals of lone victims in the night. He awaited radio communication to be established before showing his face during the day, as only a few others in his faction knew of this mission.
The large, predatory lizard peered through to the street through the storm drain situated just at head height for the nigh seven-foot-tall Barabel, peering out at the feet the the equine beings known as the Toydarians. They're pension for intelligence was for naught, when they're largest threat sat undetected below their feet. His stomachs growled in anticipation of the carnage that would soon ensue, once his brethren joined him. His tail flicked behind him, as he became anxious, and drew on that to bolster his Force Reserves.
The street above saw lots of foot traffic and only a few speeders could be seen thus far, from his limited view.
@Loco @Brick
In the sewer system below a busy metropolitan area of Toydaria. Niish had been able to gain entry to the planet by stowing away on a planetbound ferry, and slipping away, into the sewers where he lie in wait for his comrades, making meals of lone victims in the night. He awaited radio communication to be established before showing his face during the day, as only a few others in his faction knew of this mission.
The large, predatory lizard peered through to the street through the storm drain situated just at head height for the nigh seven-foot-tall Barabel, peering out at the feet the the equine beings known as the Toydarians. They're pension for intelligence was for naught, when they're largest threat sat undetected below their feet. His stomachs growled in anticipation of the carnage that would soon ensue, once his brethren joined him. His tail flicked behind him, as he became anxious, and drew on that to bolster his Force Reserves.
The street above saw lots of foot traffic and only a few speeders could be seen thus far, from his limited view.
@Loco @Brick
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