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- Mar 21, 2019
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Korriban, 1725 local time
He was back on the horse, a different companion this time, also on a horse. They were the color of the red sand around them, which ensured the steeds would blend in. Parox was clad in all black—with hints of maroon—but he had no need to hide or try to camouflage with the environment. His lightsaber was at his side, as were all his weapons. In case that wasn't enough, he had backup.
Again, Eaerys roared as if to remind him she was still there, flying behind the two Sith so that she didn't get too ahead—the dragon flew fast and covered a lot of ground with one swing of her wings. She stood out harshly from the red landscape, her albino scales shining in the sunlight, but that just made things better. If they were to fight someone today, they would have a dragon on their side.