The Master of the forces of Unmaking was similar to the Master of Unmaking--a robed figure of indeterminate age and gender, humanoid. But their robe seemed as if it was made entirely of an...absence. As unlike the robes of Existence as possible as this seemed to exist only in the negative spaces.
It stood by its champions, a dome of pale-white-energy shielding them all. The first was a taller humanoid male with green skin and hair. A blue device was over one eye, and he stood relaxed and imperious--bored, if anything. The second champion was of an equal height with the first, but couldn't be more different in appearance. It was difficult to tell his expression other than one of vague disgust and impatience. A blaster rifle was slung over one shoulder, and behind them both and the Master of Unmaking, was a large crate with a lock. In the Trandoshan's hands was a remote to open the crate, and life-signals came from it.
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Date: 2017-03-01 03:36 am (UTC)It stood by its champions, a dome of pale-white-energy shielding them all. The first was a taller humanoid male with green skin and hair. A blue device was over one eye, and he stood relaxed and imperious--bored, if anything. The second champion was of an equal height with the first, but couldn't be more different in appearance. It was difficult to tell his expression other than one of vague disgust and impatience. A blaster rifle was slung over one shoulder, and behind them both and the Master of Unmaking, was a large crate with a lock. In the Trandoshan's hands was a remote to open the crate, and life-signals came from it.