Shaisha takes a few long moments to compose herself, preparing herself mentally for the task ahead. Someone like Zeno would've done it with no problem, but he was a prodigy with a speeder compared to her. Still, she wouldn't allow herself to be any lesser than her peers.
"It seems I must thank you once more, Spindral... but I need to head back."
The old man had been an odd comfort out here in the wastes twice already, but as he said himself, he might kill her one day. She both trusted him to be honest, but she also didn't trust him enough to stay.
(OOC: Going back in terrible pain sounds better.)
_________________ Force Sensitive | Pureblood Sith | Heir to a Sith Bloodline | Thrillseeker | Shien Sentinel | Bane of Death's Shadow | Team Vowrawn | Team Lord Scourge Rep: 9 - Grad: 13 | Bio | Theme 3 |
Gear: Shadowsuit with cloak, gloves, knife, communicator, datapad, utility belt with gadgets, lightsaber (Geist) & shoto lightsaber (Chwûq)
"Wrath and passion is my legacy, my blood, and my strength." - Shaisha Vreysk
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