Flannigan Mcnash
Mr. Roboto
The wrapping and tapping on the floor, the round rivets of spark dissipating the eye's narrow and there was hate, and with that hate there was movement, the cybernetics groaned and its form raised, sharp geometrical plates slotting into place, the first step taking a gauge out of the sand. His sharp mask of angliar shapes, turned to face [member="Shakk Awaud"]. "As you will it handler." his voice dripping with disgust.
He'd move to leave, moving towards [member="Shakk Awaud"]. "What do I owe the pleasure." With a flick of his wrist he'd gesture [member="Thraxis"] to tend to Cadan.
"Ah Fiarr, you got me a trophy. Next time Jedi you won't be so lucky, besides I didn't just come here for petty vengence, the Sith you met is still after you. But I'm no longer bound to him."
He'd move to leave, moving towards [member="Shakk Awaud"]. "What do I owe the pleasure." With a flick of his wrist he'd gesture [member="Thraxis"] to tend to Cadan.
| [member="Thraxis"] | [member="Shakk Awaud"] | [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] | [member="Cadan Tazi"] |