Myr Khandros, de facto Master of the Knights of Ren crouched at the outskirts of the main food processing center on Ukio. His fingers traced the tracks of an industrial farmer who's boots had dug deep into the soil of the farmland around the plant. Eyes moving across the ground in detail, Myr's gloved hand moved to dig the butt of a t'bacc stick out of the dirt.
"Our quarry lays ahead." Flicking the butt into the dirt before pointing in the direction that the unlucky agriworker had gone, his tracks leading into the neat rows of crops that the man no doubt tended to. Behind Myr hovered the agriworker's speeder, its repulsors still warm from recent use. "We need him alive... for now." His tone of voice unrecognizable underneath the voice distorter in his helmet.
"Fetch him for us, we need him to get into the compound." Nodding to his knights, he released them on the hunt, but not without a firm reminder. "Alive... remember." His voice a growl that promised consequences should they forget. Turning to the speeder while his knights hunted, Myr began to look for the circuit board to hotwire the vehicle.
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"Our quarry lays ahead." Flicking the butt into the dirt before pointing in the direction that the unlucky agriworker had gone, his tracks leading into the neat rows of crops that the man no doubt tended to. Behind Myr hovered the agriworker's speeder, its repulsors still warm from recent use. "We need him alive... for now." His tone of voice unrecognizable underneath the voice distorter in his helmet.
"Fetch him for us, we need him to get into the compound." Nodding to his knights, he released them on the hunt, but not without a firm reminder. "Alive... remember." His voice a growl that promised consequences should they forget. Turning to the speeder while his knights hunted, Myr began to look for the circuit board to hotwire the vehicle.
@Faded @Versok @SageOfDespair