Tasha Blackwell
SWRP Writer
- Joined
- Jan 17, 2019
- Messages
- 285
- Reaction score
- 45
Tasha had never been on a planet surrounded by so much ocean. It was blue as far as the eye could see, and if this weren’t a mission, she would mistake this place for a vacation spot. She had arrived here with Zeven, a crusader that she had worked with once before. He was known for being brash and outspoken, but he was quite skilled as a warrior. She purposely asked him to join her on this operation, knowing he could prove useful in helping win Mon Cala back.
At the end of a long path were domed buildings that house the planet’s officials. Tasha had been allowed a command of a retinue of soldiers to join her in this attack, and Zeven would provide the extra muscle. The Imperial troops were armed to the teeth, marching behind the two Sith. Tasha was adorned in armor, her face hidden from view. She had twin sabers on her, along with a quickdraw pistol she hoped she wouldn’t have to use. Tasha much preferred blade combat over anything else.
She turned to look at Zeven, nodding at him, “If we get this quickly over with, I wouldn’t mind sampling some of the local cocktails,” Tasha said in her usual light tone. Despite the severity of the mission, she was seldom the type to ever lose her cool. Even now, she had a pep to her step, and she didn’t fit the profile of your usual run of the mill edgy Sith.
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