Taylor Millard
Nov 10th, 2002, 03:19:06 AM
OOC NOTE- the following takes place during the battle between TBH and GJO on Arcan IV. IC:/
On the Plains of Girac outside of the capital city of Arcan IV
He hated leaving his men on the field. Even if they could handle themselves.
In his mind, The Black Hand was strong enough to handle the Jedi by themselves when things got tough. Even against the New Republic, the group could hold their own. And win too.
But not against however many troops as Helenias Q'Dunn said there were. Even if she was bluffing (which she probably was) the man was willing to go one on one with the Jedi Woman. Besides, he knew when it was best to retreat...and the last battle between he and Helenias had been interupted rather rudely.
But now the two had the opportunity to go at it again.
And uninterupted as well.
He wore his Maester Wargrave garb, the cloak covering his armor and a stone colored face disguising his normal one.
Smoke rose in the distance as Arcan burned from the assault by the Black Hand. The group was fairing well against the Jedi, although it appeared most of the Knights and Masters were gone.
A pity, he thought as he paced the plain. A pity indeed.
Taylor Millard crossed his arms and waited for Helenias Q'Dunn to show herself, as the battle in Arcan raged on.
On the Plains of Girac outside of the capital city of Arcan IV
He hated leaving his men on the field. Even if they could handle themselves.
In his mind, The Black Hand was strong enough to handle the Jedi by themselves when things got tough. Even against the New Republic, the group could hold their own. And win too.
But not against however many troops as Helenias Q'Dunn said there were. Even if she was bluffing (which she probably was) the man was willing to go one on one with the Jedi Woman. Besides, he knew when it was best to retreat...and the last battle between he and Helenias had been interupted rather rudely.
But now the two had the opportunity to go at it again.
And uninterupted as well.
He wore his Maester Wargrave garb, the cloak covering his armor and a stone colored face disguising his normal one.
Smoke rose in the distance as Arcan burned from the assault by the Black Hand. The group was fairing well against the Jedi, although it appeared most of the Knights and Masters were gone.
A pity, he thought as he paced the plain. A pity indeed.
Taylor Millard crossed his arms and waited for Helenias Q'Dunn to show herself, as the battle in Arcan raged on.