Shiver me Timbers'

[Roman Antilles (TL8)]

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Ahh, the deserts of Tatooine. Had the sun not been bathing his ebony tainted marauder cloaks, Roman would actually find the warm climate a nice change of pace compared to their mission in Hoth. However, this was the second time he had accompanied the young crusader on her travels. The duo were hardly acquaintance with each other and yet here they were light years away from the order's safe haven of Korriban. Perhaps, this would be the beginning of an interesting friendship.

Roman was stoic as always, focused on the mission though with a parlay of entertainment when necessary. Motivated and dedicated to the dark side, his veins pulsed sinister evil through his flesh as sulfur yellow eyes scanned through the cave system. They had been tracking a small pirate gang that operated out of Tatooine and were harassing the local mining groups. It was boring work to say the least, but at least it gave hazard pay.

Dressed in his marauder robes, Roman withdraw the sith longsword strapped on his back and approached towards the cave entrance. Nearly a dozen pirates stood about 20 meters away from them, but yet the acolyte showed no hesitation in his posture. A low growl emitted from him as he traced a gloved finger across the length of his pristine blade.

"I attack first, and then you can clean up my mess..." He whispered towards Kalanda, a hint of laughter in his tone though she would know that he was at least being mostly serious. After which, he began to summon darkness towards his body, almost as if simultaneously draining the heat from the world and plunging the radius around him into a chilling cold. The contours of his body shimmered, almost hazy in appearance with the prepared force power. Crouching low, Roman avoided being seen as yellow orbs paced slowly for its prey....until he landed his sights on one.

Tongue licked the edges of his lips, waiting for the opportune moment to strike.

@Algarus

 

[Kalanda Tishire]

Kalanda was glad to be away from the cold embrace of Hoth, though the cooking sun of Tatooine wasn't much better. She had gone with her more suiting witch attire, the scantly dressed sort with the simple armored protection around her midriff and back. It would suit her far better than anything else she could have put on. She kept a the warblade still strapped to her back as she trudged through the sands, knowing that they would soon reach their destination. She wasn't sure what fueled the murderous rage of this young man she was taking with her, but it was something to take note of. At one point, she too had been this way, though it had faded into something far more sad and depressing. That was the truth of it.

She drew her blade as they closed in on the pirate's lair, her hand griping the blade tightly as she kept it steady. Roman volunteered to go in first, but Kalanda said nothing to dissuade him. She would let the poor boy slip on ahead, only shaking her head as he was clearly out gunned, and most likely outsmarted. He had vigor, but that was about it, suicidal tactics like this were going to get him killed. But that was his problem, not hers. For right now, Kalanda would ready to strike once the man drew the attention of others, then she would go in and 'clean house'.

@Faded

 

[Roman Antilles (TL8)]

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Roman ran his fingers across the length of his blade, watching as his target now turned its back towards the hidden predator. It seemed for a moment that the guard was busy in glancing at other things, conversing with his friends while also jugging a nice glass of mead. It mattered little, his death would be upon him soon enough.

A smirk on the acolyte's face, as he suddenly shot towards the man utilizing the force speed that was prepared previously. The armored form discernible as a blur only, bringing the sith sword squarely into the chest of his enemy. If the man had more seconds to live he would have likely howled in pain, but only a mere shriek escaped his lips as his carcass fell limp on the edge of Roman's blade. A gloved hand moved over the mouth as he flung the body to the side and out of view of the others. It was a swift attack, quick and seamless, as well as attracted little attention.

Roman's head snapped to the side as if on a swivel towards Kalanda, nodding towards the Crusader for her turn.

@Algarus