Sisk_Renelo
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Sisk stood on the practice field, his body a blur as he darted along the course, his new crushgaunts making short work of any obstacle. But they still felt... Odd. They weren't a part of him yet, as they needed to be. It was why he had come here, but it didn't seem to be making a difference. Sisk sighed, pulled his hands back into striking position, and began another assault on the training drones.
There was an ulterior motive to his training here instead of on the Blood. Word had been that Apollo Ordo had been frequenting the fields on his returns to Mando'yaim, and his mastery of the crushgaunts was unequaled. Hopefully Sisk could score a private lesson with his fellow Aliit'or.
There was an ulterior motive to his training here instead of on the Blood. Word had been that Apollo Ordo had been frequenting the fields on his returns to Mando'yaim, and his mastery of the crushgaunts was unequaled. Hopefully Sisk could score a private lesson with his fellow Aliit'or.