Lord Commander
He smiled at that, groom roared loud and proud as he was ready to ride hard against the stone and sand towards their destination. "Precaution is overrated." A kick to his steed send Groom into a dash and soon enough the speeder would follow. One would think a beast as large as Groom would be slow but the claws he sported and the lean muscle of his frame allowed him not only to sprint powerfully and fast but also scale up and down sheer cliffs and walls of the city. Mythos needed to hang on to the leathery hide of his neck for dear life as they descended the drop and leaped to the spire then springing to action through the sand dunes directly into what seemed to be the middle of no where... An Illusion of course.
Shielded by massive dampeners was the sections of the city reserved for high officials and military gear, straight through that road was the way to the palace of Mythos, their destination. Mythos wanted to save time but he also wanted to scan the area for traffic so he tilted groom to the rooftops around the city then darted down through the main market places. The speeder carrying Mrs. Swail was behind, needing to be slow for a speeder to not overtake Mythos and Groom but to Mythos this was riding training. One large leap over two building very much apart made him narrow his eyes. Would he make the jump?
Groom could do it. The beast knew how to make that jump and he unleashed his full feral primal strength into crossing the gap from edge to edge landing on the very ledge of the next spire with his claws. Now they could see it.
The Palace.
It would have to do for now, Mythos took this building as his temporary lodgings before he could erect his actual base of power, now being built as they rode to it. As they approached the grassy lands of the garden outside Mythos slowed down his ride and began to ride side by side the automated speeder of Mrs. Swail, an air of confidence and nobility around him even as he rode a feral monster as transportation. He gave her a hand signal, his finger swirling in the air as to say they would go around. As they entered guards and machinery surrounded them, more than just auto turrets this place was layered with infantry, sniper nests, walkers and force knows what else to protect it's Emperor.
The garden was a reflection of Mythos personality, grand and exaggerated. It sported plants and different shades of green that came from every corner of the galaxy. This is where he would start his tour. In the center of the garden was an oasis. There is no need for an oasis in a lush green paradise such as the garden but Mythos thought it perfect. It was here he stepped off his beast, unsaddled him and gave him a telepathic command to be free. Groom then lunged into the greeness of the garden and was gone. Once his friend was gone and the galaxy was doing business he could his attention to the padawan that even after being shackled and arrested maneged to express an aura of nobility, beauty and discipline.
She was the Key, he was certain of it.
"Welcome to my garden" He said, taking his boots off and sitting beside the oasis to have a drink of water.
[member="Stephanie Swail"]
Shielded by massive dampeners was the sections of the city reserved for high officials and military gear, straight through that road was the way to the palace of Mythos, their destination. Mythos wanted to save time but he also wanted to scan the area for traffic so he tilted groom to the rooftops around the city then darted down through the main market places. The speeder carrying Mrs. Swail was behind, needing to be slow for a speeder to not overtake Mythos and Groom but to Mythos this was riding training. One large leap over two building very much apart made him narrow his eyes. Would he make the jump?
Groom could do it. The beast knew how to make that jump and he unleashed his full feral primal strength into crossing the gap from edge to edge landing on the very ledge of the next spire with his claws. Now they could see it.
The Palace.

It would have to do for now, Mythos took this building as his temporary lodgings before he could erect his actual base of power, now being built as they rode to it. As they approached the grassy lands of the garden outside Mythos slowed down his ride and began to ride side by side the automated speeder of Mrs. Swail, an air of confidence and nobility around him even as he rode a feral monster as transportation. He gave her a hand signal, his finger swirling in the air as to say they would go around. As they entered guards and machinery surrounded them, more than just auto turrets this place was layered with infantry, sniper nests, walkers and force knows what else to protect it's Emperor.
The garden was a reflection of Mythos personality, grand and exaggerated. It sported plants and different shades of green that came from every corner of the galaxy. This is where he would start his tour. In the center of the garden was an oasis. There is no need for an oasis in a lush green paradise such as the garden but Mythos thought it perfect. It was here he stepped off his beast, unsaddled him and gave him a telepathic command to be free. Groom then lunged into the greeness of the garden and was gone. Once his friend was gone and the galaxy was doing business he could his attention to the padawan that even after being shackled and arrested maneged to express an aura of nobility, beauty and discipline.
She was the Key, he was certain of it.
"Welcome to my garden" He said, taking his boots off and sitting beside the oasis to have a drink of water.
[member="Stephanie Swail"]