Sumas Solus
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- Joined
- Jun 9, 2019
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Umbara/Shadow Enclave
12:00 local time
Sumas hated the place. It was dark, it was foggy, it was awful. The people were secretive and preferred to stick to the shadows, isolating themselves from the rest of the galaxy. Hoe the hell did the Mandalorians manage to gain their alliance? It couldn't have been an invasion. These people could probably repel entire armies on this wasteland.
He stood by the landing pad, waiting for his comrades to arrive. Their mission was simple on paper. Talk to the people and convince them to give cool paint over to the family friendly Death Watch and get out of here. But from the look of things, that will not be easy at all. Sumas was cycling through his night vision and thermal vision and he could barely see the Umbaran soldiers walking around. He didn't even want to know how stubborn they would be in negotiations if they wore scatterweave armour on a regular basis...
With a sigh he went over his things again. He had no clue if any of his comrades would actually find the place. He also didn't like the looks the soldiers were giving him. Thankfully he was armed to the teeth...and he was pretty sure his Beskar was a lot tougher than whatever they were using.
He needed to get out of here.
@Avelion @Kraken