Castor Chumeda Volante
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- Joined
- Dec 15, 2018
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Ando Prime was cold.
It wasn't as cold as Hoth or Illum, he would guess, but it was still a damned cold place and that could not be overstated. Right now they were still on-board his shuttle and the heating was still on - something that Castor was taking advantage of for now. Still, he had his Jedi armor on and he was wrapping a thick cloak on over the top to keep warm.
Once he was finished he handed his shoto saber, once again, over to Nikka.
"We really need to get you one of your own."
He didn't really have any issues with lending Nikka his shoto saber (it was actually a decent length on her actually) and she didn't seem to have any resistance from it so he wasn't going to say anything before but he was beginning to notice his saber was spending more time in her hands than his own - which was bad!
Kind of.
"Alright now Short Stuff, you bundled up?" he asked her with a frown, "This place is colder than Andraste's Nipples and the people will be rough as hells, alright? Don't challenge anyone but if they challenge you?"
He grimaced slightly.
"You can't back down - or they'll kill you."
@Killa Ree