Neskar A'toll
Hail to the King, baby
Location: Kaas City
Objective: Kill things
Accursed Enemies!: @Darth Ayra, [member="Ludolf Vaas"]
Allies!: [member="Aedan Miles"]
Dromound Kaas was a vile place in his opinion, even before multiple wars raged over it. It was a lacklustre planet, and held little for him, except battle. One was happening now. Therefore, he must be there. And he was. It was time. He stomped across the bloodied fields of war with careful tread. One could never know what was around the corner. Except this time, I am the thing. I am the monster under the bed. And about bloody time.
Miles was pushing forth onto the Sith. Even from the distance Neskar was approaching, he could view Aedan's fatigue. He will need my help, if he likes it or not. Neskar was clad entirely in purple and burgundy beskar'gam, well-worn and hardy, a jet-black etching of a Mythosaur was scrawled into the breastplate, with deepest rouge detailing. An array of weaponry adorned the bounty hunter, namely a CZ-836 slug-rifle, his trusty compadre, a grenade launcher stocked with four fragmentation capsules, and on his back, a Gorgon Web Rifle, built specifically for those Sith who just won't quit. Dual ripper slug pistols were placed on his belt, aside thermal detonators, and, strapped to his hip, from his knee to the base of the hipbone, a beskad, the hilt bare for all to see. He was ready, he realised. Glaring through his helmet, he regarded the two force users prepare for another bout of battle, and walked slowly, watching the flanks and the perimeter. Ready for any kind of diversion by the Sith, the bounty-hunter wondered if there were any reinforcements nearby, or if the Darth was all alone. If so, Manda help her.
Objective: Kill things
Accursed Enemies!: @Darth Ayra, [member="Ludolf Vaas"]
Allies!: [member="Aedan Miles"]
Dromound Kaas was a vile place in his opinion, even before multiple wars raged over it. It was a lacklustre planet, and held little for him, except battle. One was happening now. Therefore, he must be there. And he was. It was time. He stomped across the bloodied fields of war with careful tread. One could never know what was around the corner. Except this time, I am the thing. I am the monster under the bed. And about bloody time.
Miles was pushing forth onto the Sith. Even from the distance Neskar was approaching, he could view Aedan's fatigue. He will need my help, if he likes it or not. Neskar was clad entirely in purple and burgundy beskar'gam, well-worn and hardy, a jet-black etching of a Mythosaur was scrawled into the breastplate, with deepest rouge detailing. An array of weaponry adorned the bounty hunter, namely a CZ-836 slug-rifle, his trusty compadre, a grenade launcher stocked with four fragmentation capsules, and on his back, a Gorgon Web Rifle, built specifically for those Sith who just won't quit. Dual ripper slug pistols were placed on his belt, aside thermal detonators, and, strapped to his hip, from his knee to the base of the hipbone, a beskad, the hilt bare for all to see. He was ready, he realised. Glaring through his helmet, he regarded the two force users prepare for another bout of battle, and walked slowly, watching the flanks and the perimeter. Ready for any kind of diversion by the Sith, the bounty-hunter wondered if there were any reinforcements nearby, or if the Darth was all alone. If so, Manda help her.