Grik Volic
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- Joined
- Dec 17, 2018
- Messages
- 18
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- 2
Taris was many things, but none of them truly interested Grik, save for the local cuisine. Many things happened behind the scenes leading up to Grik being here, one of which was the rumbling of his stomachs; the other was a small military base situated just outside the city's sprawl, in the wastelands left sparsely inhabited by those who sought not to be part of the enigma that was the Tarisian capitol. Grik and his human companion, a Sith assassin by the name of @Sythe touched down his Mynock-Class Freighter in a small clearing, behind a cluster of large rocks, obscuring the ship from the view of any sentries at the military base that was situated just a few clicks Northward.
Grik stood ready with his A10 Long-blaster in hand, and his lightsabers clipped to his trousers. He wore his Sith Marauder helm and Gauntlets as well as a drab green cloak, to help conceal himself in the woods.
"Move together. Thisss One takes point," the Barabel growled in broken Basic, he said, once the Human joined him, grabbing the improvised explosives on his way out. "You sneak well. Infiltrate, and find main power ssssource. Stay hidden, and blow main power up high." he added, handing the explosives to the black clad human assassin.
@Axym
Grik stood ready with his A10 Long-blaster in hand, and his lightsabers clipped to his trousers. He wore his Sith Marauder helm and Gauntlets as well as a drab green cloak, to help conceal himself in the woods.
"Move together. Thisss One takes point," the Barabel growled in broken Basic, he said, once the Human joined him, grabbing the improvised explosives on his way out. "You sneak well. Infiltrate, and find main power ssssource. Stay hidden, and blow main power up high." he added, handing the explosives to the black clad human assassin.
@Axym
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