Narir Solus
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- Joined
- Dec 15, 2018
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Narir watched as they plunged into the outer atmosphere and into space. It was a moment later and the stars turned to streaks around them, sending them hurtling through hyperspace. It was the one point where they could be sure they weren't going to be immediately attacked because there was no ability to intercept another ship in hyperspace.
The Mandalorian sucked in on the cigar, blowing out a stream of smoke before taking a deep breath in. The smokey taste in his mouth lingered as he thought about what she said. She was a worrier. She always had been, and that was why the clan was better off for it, but that was why Narir was there to lighten things up for her.
The badgers are tough, he said, his tone becoming a bit more thoughtful. But there will be repercussions for our raids, he said, But when it comes, we'll be ready. The line of thought did bring him to thinking about the risks of what they were doing.
We might need to be ready to move. If they find where the clan is, it'll be bad, he said, taking another drag of his cigar before waving his hand in the air. Bah! You worry too much! Look at all we've done so far and they're just sitting on their shebs all day. Worthless Sith, he said with a smile. We'll be crusading and conquer the Empire before anyone is the wiser if the other Houses wake up. How do ya think we can get them to do that? he asked.