Stolas moved right along through the stone halls. Lorcan either heard him or was just acknowledging he'd been spoken toward but which one didn't particularly matter. He did seem to get the comment about his armour well enough at least.
Morgan didn't terribly worry over colour coordination in this instance. While the soldiers and pilots under his command did have uniforms, practical by design of course, Lorcan was essentially an auxiliary. Part of the Sith system but not technically a formal part of the over-all military so much as under Darth Stolas' direct supervision. The work could be more difficult at times but no one could say he didn't pay well. Morgan preferred those under him to be well compensated as a matter of professionalism.
"You won't find me complaining," Stolas answered back about the colour scheme and use of explosives. Some Sith might have no appreciation for that kind of thing but he wasn't one of them. If it works, it works.
But back to the matter at hand. The sloping hallway began to even out as they walked and steadily widened further and further. There at the end was a large circular chamber with gold symbols etched into the stone floor. At the center was a statue of a man crafted of polished obsidian, as smooth and detailed as a common clothing store mannequin.
Stolas examined it from a distance for a few seconds before walking calmly forward and poking it with the butt end of his spear.
"Ominous."
Morgan didn't terribly worry over colour coordination in this instance. While the soldiers and pilots under his command did have uniforms, practical by design of course, Lorcan was essentially an auxiliary. Part of the Sith system but not technically a formal part of the over-all military so much as under Darth Stolas' direct supervision. The work could be more difficult at times but no one could say he didn't pay well. Morgan preferred those under him to be well compensated as a matter of professionalism.
"You won't find me complaining," Stolas answered back about the colour scheme and use of explosives. Some Sith might have no appreciation for that kind of thing but he wasn't one of them. If it works, it works.
But back to the matter at hand. The sloping hallway began to even out as they walked and steadily widened further and further. There at the end was a large circular chamber with gold symbols etched into the stone floor. At the center was a statue of a man crafted of polished obsidian, as smooth and detailed as a common clothing store mannequin.
Stolas examined it from a distance for a few seconds before walking calmly forward and poking it with the butt end of his spear.
"Ominous."
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