Border Alarm

Ciylo was once again crouched down with his right knee on the ground, left arm across his chest and head bowed awaiting the Warlords instruction.

"The boundary line alarms on the southern border were set off a few hours ago. Take Disciple Thrace with you and see what the issue is," Marca ordered.

"Yes M'lord," Ciylo said, grunting as he stood. Marca side thought to himself that Ciylo was inadvertently noisy and wondered how he had passed his hunting course with all the grunting he was always doing. He brushed it off and waved the demoted Moff away to carry out his instructions.

Ciylo silently rolled his eyes. As long as he was near someone he could read their thoughts and now he despised the Warlord even more. There was hardly an ounce of fat on him and somedays he wished there were, maybe he wouldn't feel so heavy. But then thinking about it the amount of time Rajnos let him spend on his knee before acknowledging his presence was enough to make anyone grunt when their stiff joints were finally allowed to stretch again. He sighed and rubbed his chest, that nagging feeling hitting him hard again. He motioned to Thrace and they both moved out of the Warlords receiving room towards the hanger bay. Thrace was dark brown and green, around 7 feet tall and had two long tentacles that came out of his head and hung down his back. He was almost skeletal he was so thin, but the fucker was limber and nine times out of ten you never saw your death coming with him. Ciylo chose a small speeder with enough room for the 2 of them and maybe whatever had set off the alarms. He plunked into the drivers pit as Thrace gracefully folded himself in the passenger side. Ciylo almost hit his head on the steering in frustration; Thrace watching smugly, and the two of them made their way out to the southern border.