Asminys felt like a fish out of water as he watched the engineers scramble around the reactor room in their efforts to keep the ancient ship running. He sulked in the corner, filled with the awesome power of the Force as the ants carried out their tasks. He felt completely useless.
Asminys had been trained as weapon and he hated the feeling of sitting idle while the battle raged. Bereft of his purpose Asminys prowled under the catwalks that lined the shadowy perimeter of the large room. A simple blast vest was the only armor he wore and his lightsaber rested lightly in his right hand.
Asminys was free of the chains that had held him before he had ascended to the rank of marauder, but still bound in servitude to those more powerful than him. He had been tasked with guarding the reactor room, apparently important to the function of the battleship that his betters had pulled into service for this battle.
@Phoenix
Asminys had been trained as weapon and he hated the feeling of sitting idle while the battle raged. Bereft of his purpose Asminys prowled under the catwalks that lined the shadowy perimeter of the large room. A simple blast vest was the only armor he wore and his lightsaber rested lightly in his right hand.
Asminys was free of the chains that had held him before he had ascended to the rank of marauder, but still bound in servitude to those more powerful than him. He had been tasked with guarding the reactor room, apparently important to the function of the battleship that his betters had pulled into service for this battle.
@Phoenix