Vinskk Revamp
King of Trandosha
Vinskk's hasty retreat was stopped abruptly by a harsh tug on his throat.
Uh oh.
Still remaining a hold on the slave girl, Revamp turned swiftly to the Sith, who was now enveloped in a mass of metal and looked pretty pissed off.
Kark.
His mercenaries still at the ready, the Trandoshan King signalled them to hold their fire and spoke, voice a little strained due to the pressure on his neck.
"What do you want? I've no quarrel with these Jeedai."
The Slave Master was tossed a modified one handed carbine, suited for his unique grip. He didn't necessarily want to fight a bunch of Force users, especially not without his former favorite Human, [member="Liam Darkgear"], but he would if he had to.
[member="Lord Mythos"] [member="Watcher Three"] [member="stardust"] [member="Gades Vassic"]
Uh oh.
Still remaining a hold on the slave girl, Revamp turned swiftly to the Sith, who was now enveloped in a mass of metal and looked pretty pissed off.
Kark.
His mercenaries still at the ready, the Trandoshan King signalled them to hold their fire and spoke, voice a little strained due to the pressure on his neck.
"What do you want? I've no quarrel with these Jeedai."
The Slave Master was tossed a modified one handed carbine, suited for his unique grip. He didn't necessarily want to fight a bunch of Force users, especially not without his former favorite Human, [member="Liam Darkgear"], but he would if he had to.
[member="Lord Mythos"] [member="Watcher Three"] [member="stardust"] [member="Gades Vassic"]