Laura Na'Varro
Giver of Crisp High Fives
Maramere - The Haunted Straits
It was said that these straits were haunted ... Rickon Ordo folded his arms and smirked. Only morons got scared off by the threat of bad juju. As far as the Mandalorian was concerned, he hadn't seen a ghost before and he never would. He hadn't seen the Force either and he wasn't exactly sure about that as well. Na'Varro was apparently a pretty deadly individual, as were Adair, Proeliator and the other Covenant Forcer spooks, but Rickon had never seen any of them fight. As a result, he'd take a blaster or a grenade over some mumbo jumbo any day of the week. Ordo wore his beskar'gam, trimmed in red and silver, and was armed from head to toe. He held a slug-throwing shotgun in both hands, with two heavy blaster pistols, three flash grenades and a couple of vibroknives in various compartments of his armour. He didn't expect any trouble, but he was ready to throw down at a moments notice.Tagging along were @[member="Phedre Parenthis"] and @[member="Peyton Steele"], his fellow Skulls. Both were tough enough girls who knew how to fight, and in the absence of a fight both had nice enough asses and could throw a bit of chat. Good company either way.
"Alright girls, let's go find an invisible island and score ourselves some loot." Smirking, the Mando gunned their motorised skiffs engine and they headed off through the straits. Finding the sucker would be the tricky part.