Armand Temi
Orphan
Orick T'ane was worried about customs and rightfully so. It wasn't too often that customs agents had to deal with a massive twenty meter tall, walking homicide machine. When the smuggler asked about Xana, Perla replied, "She was sleeping. I guess all of the excitement finally wore her out. When I tracked her she had been injured by a male. I lodged my bevii'ragir into his brain and then I healed her using an ancient Dathomir ritual. This is why I'm able to control her."
The witch initiate checked her datapad for a response from Bastion. "Don't worry," she said. "The Imperial Palace is expecting us. But it would be good to be careful. Again, I don't really know how you will be received. I will do my best though to see that you get off the planet safely." Perla wasn't the most loyal soul but she was very grateful that T'ane for took the unorthodox smuggling job and complained... well only a little. Obtaining Xana was very important to Perla and it would assuredly mean she could rise in the ranks of the Primeval. She had come from nothing, and like Orick, was was just scraping by to make a living. The rancor would give her a measure of security and a place in the Primeval Crusade.
She curled up in the seat, thinking she may doze for awhile but then turned her head towards the smuggler and asked, "Do you know any magic?" The question came nonchalantly as if she was asking him if he liked cream in his coffee.
[member="Orick T'ane"]
The witch initiate checked her datapad for a response from Bastion. "Don't worry," she said. "The Imperial Palace is expecting us. But it would be good to be careful. Again, I don't really know how you will be received. I will do my best though to see that you get off the planet safely." Perla wasn't the most loyal soul but she was very grateful that T'ane for took the unorthodox smuggling job and complained... well only a little. Obtaining Xana was very important to Perla and it would assuredly mean she could rise in the ranks of the Primeval. She had come from nothing, and like Orick, was was just scraping by to make a living. The rancor would give her a measure of security and a place in the Primeval Crusade.
She curled up in the seat, thinking she may doze for awhile but then turned her head towards the smuggler and asked, "Do you know any magic?" The question came nonchalantly as if she was asking him if he liked cream in his coffee.
[member="Orick T'ane"]