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Tsisaar stood waiting in the hangar on Ziost, becoming ever so slightly impatient. He'd recently been given a mission to complete, alongside two fellow acolytes. One of the two was currently indisposed and would not be able to aid him, but the other, a Zabrak man named Yusanis, had yet to arrive. He wasn't late, per se, but Tsisaar wanted to be leaving as early as was possible to deal with this mission.
After all, the pair had a long trip ahead of them, having to fly to the Mandalorian outpost of Chai La and either take down or recruit a clan...after killing their leader. It would likely be difficult to say the least. Still, each one had their weapons and the Force on their side, which gave them an advantage that could hopefully counter their lesser numbers than Clan Ferr.
In order to stop himself from starting to pace, Tsisaar went and leaned against the ship he and Yusanis (hopefully the Zabrak would prove as great a warrior as the ancient Echani general whose name he shared) would be taking, calmly stroking one cheek tendril, his outward appearance peaceful and at odds with his inner impatience. Hopefully the pilot wouldn't prove equally impatient.
After all, the pair had a long trip ahead of them, having to fly to the Mandalorian outpost of Chai La and either take down or recruit a clan...after killing their leader. It would likely be difficult to say the least. Still, each one had their weapons and the Force on their side, which gave them an advantage that could hopefully counter their lesser numbers than Clan Ferr.
In order to stop himself from starting to pace, Tsisaar went and leaned against the ship he and Yusanis (hopefully the Zabrak would prove as great a warrior as the ancient Echani general whose name he shared) would be taking, calmly stroking one cheek tendril, his outward appearance peaceful and at odds with his inner impatience. Hopefully the pilot wouldn't prove equally impatient.