Gavin XIII
Sour Candy Sithspawn
Gavin smirked, just as he had at the Jedi he now had his arm around. His gun did not waver from the red of the Gen'dai's eye. A Sithspawn super-soldier versus an ancient warrior-turned-merc. A fascinating prospect for a fight, from the Thirteenth's view of things. But he didn't feel great about leaving Sera there to get caught in the middle.
"Why, Barcu, I didn't think there was a Sith-born killer alive who doesn't know of the havoc you've wreaked over the past two years. They were almost like bedtime stories to me. But, compared to you..."
His eyes flashed in a momentary glimpse of the former experiment's insanity, reflected in the man before him.
"... I must confess, I feel like a monster."
[member="Kezeroth the Malevolent"] [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"]
"Why, Barcu, I didn't think there was a Sith-born killer alive who doesn't know of the havoc you've wreaked over the past two years. They were almost like bedtime stories to me. But, compared to you..."
His eyes flashed in a momentary glimpse of the former experiment's insanity, reflected in the man before him.
"... I must confess, I feel like a monster."
[member="Kezeroth the Malevolent"] [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"]