Replying with a hearty nod to the acolyte Warvanus, "The best dealers from across the galaxy. Some of these people here outfit planetary governments... We even have some companies that sell starfighters like selling hovercars..." he then looked to Fox.
"I was hoping to speak with him. A shame he didn't show. If he isn't too far from here, have him contact me." Business, business, business.
He had been prowling the floor for the past forty-five minutes like a predator looking for prey. Slinking through the crowds of suits and military uniforms. Poised, as if ready for something to go wrong. His only interactions had been with two private security companies- two Sith Empire Admirals, and a small arms manufacturer. His final stop was just ahead, but he was in no particular rush, despite his tense posture.
He had just purchased a pallet of E-11D's and power packs. Also new sets of light flexible armor for his personal retinue of practicals, and sets of armor for a special Commando unit. He had been doing very well for himself since being sprung from prison.
He had just finished a deal with the Vigr Security Company, as well. They were a private security company known for discretion among coming highly recommended for their smaller, but highly capable units.
"Actually, if you would excuse me. I've got to move along, gentlemen." He turned to walk away, but turned back briefly. "On second thought, you two may get a kick out of this group." He opened one arm in gesture to walk with him.
Not normally one to share, Dastan seemed in rare form today. A slight subconscious pull was felt behind him. The presence of another force sensitive nearby, approaching. Dark force user. Another Sith. He turned his head to see lord Kroxata. He stood and awaited his arrival.
March of the Kingslayers
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Re: March of the Kingslayers
He nodded as he listened to Lord Imatari, he knew the one known as the Agent was well connected. Warvanus had made a point of reading the bios of the senior Lords of the Sith. He could appreciate all this military hardware.
“I could use a well equipped freighter of some kind, think anyone here will sell one at a decent price?”
He listened to the conversations around him, he also observed these dealers, and some you could almost smell their fear. Some looked absolutely thrilled to be here selling their wares. He was about to follow Dastan when he stopped, he sensed him before he saw him.
The Dreadlord himself was here. He had the honor and pleasure of engaging in one on one combat with him not too long ago. His Master had done well in choosing him as the commander of the Sith Military. He felt almost esteemed to be in such company, himself a mere acolyte but he knew he was more powerful than any acolyte, and most apprentices he would destroy and even some Sith Warriors.
He had once read in his studies he couldn’t remember who said it but the jist of it was “though it was someone who had once said that the truly strongest and most powerful do not flaunt it. They use their power when they must” this made sense to Warvanus. He liked keeping his opponents on his toes, let them underestimate him, it would be their undoing.
Like Dastan he stood where he was waiting for the Dreadlord to approach.
“I could use a well equipped freighter of some kind, think anyone here will sell one at a decent price?”
He listened to the conversations around him, he also observed these dealers, and some you could almost smell their fear. Some looked absolutely thrilled to be here selling their wares. He was about to follow Dastan when he stopped, he sensed him before he saw him.
The Dreadlord himself was here. He had the honor and pleasure of engaging in one on one combat with him not too long ago. His Master had done well in choosing him as the commander of the Sith Military. He felt almost esteemed to be in such company, himself a mere acolyte but he knew he was more powerful than any acolyte, and most apprentices he would destroy and even some Sith Warriors.
He had once read in his studies he couldn’t remember who said it but the jist of it was “though it was someone who had once said that the truly strongest and most powerful do not flaunt it. They use their power when they must” this made sense to Warvanus. He liked keeping his opponents on his toes, let them underestimate him, it would be their undoing.
Like Dastan he stood where he was waiting for the Dreadlord to approach.
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Re: March of the Kingslayers
"I was hoping to speak with him. A shame he didn't show. If he isn't too far from here, have him contact me."
Fox gave his understanding vocally. "Yea, I catch what ya throwin'. I'll send a howl up for him. Took me only 32 blinks ta get here; gonna be same on his watch."
With that, Fox hit the dial on the holowatch he had on his left wrist, and immediately commed into his Alpha's line. "Ey. S, Eye wants ya press. Had mind on you ratha' than me for bein' here. What's the light?"
Picking up just as the message transmitted, Blood kept his eyes on the reading little Zeltronian humans. "Damn. I assumed it was a cargo pickup, not a time for a meeting. Did he mention why it was being held in such a public place?"
"Not a pip," Fox denied with a glance around.
Blood thought about the possibility of running into Kroxata within Dastan's presence; then momentarily wondered if he could be cleared for killing the Zabrak if the alien mutt threw the first punch. How tantalizing would that be-
"I'm on my way. Keep an eye on the Blood Skin if he's there; he must be. Silly horn head wouldn't miss a chance to flex. Keep me on call till me and Mercy arrive."
"Gold on ya."
With that, the transmission ended, and Fox picked his head up, chestnut layers wafting gently in the motion.
"On second thought, you two may get a kick out of this group," the Agent said before moving to include them in a trekk to another booth. Fox didn't mind; hell, anything this dog dug, he wanted a sniff at, too. Guy had good tastes he assumed, as he eyed the reliable-looking armor he wore.
They began making their way forward when at the back of his neck his scruff did that 'shuffle thingie' trying to tell him something powerful walked in the area. He didn't even have to look to know that scent. But he did anyway, scoping out the Zab's pack with the chance that he could. He wondered why such a brutally awesome alien would keep lunchboxes as his guards when he coulda came packing with like some other beefy aliens, or something. Shrugging, he continued to flank the Eye and kept it moving.
Fox gave his understanding vocally. "Yea, I catch what ya throwin'. I'll send a howl up for him. Took me only 32 blinks ta get here; gonna be same on his watch."
With that, Fox hit the dial on the holowatch he had on his left wrist, and immediately commed into his Alpha's line. "Ey. S, Eye wants ya press. Had mind on you ratha' than me for bein' here. What's the light?"
Picking up just as the message transmitted, Blood kept his eyes on the reading little Zeltronian humans. "Damn. I assumed it was a cargo pickup, not a time for a meeting. Did he mention why it was being held in such a public place?"
"Not a pip," Fox denied with a glance around.
Blood thought about the possibility of running into Kroxata within Dastan's presence; then momentarily wondered if he could be cleared for killing the Zabrak if the alien mutt threw the first punch. How tantalizing would that be-
"I'm on my way. Keep an eye on the Blood Skin if he's there; he must be. Silly horn head wouldn't miss a chance to flex. Keep me on call till me and Mercy arrive."
"Gold on ya."
With that, the transmission ended, and Fox picked his head up, chestnut layers wafting gently in the motion.
"On second thought, you two may get a kick out of this group," the Agent said before moving to include them in a trekk to another booth. Fox didn't mind; hell, anything this dog dug, he wanted a sniff at, too. Guy had good tastes he assumed, as he eyed the reliable-looking armor he wore.
They began making their way forward when at the back of his neck his scruff did that 'shuffle thingie' trying to tell him something powerful walked in the area. He didn't even have to look to know that scent. But he did anyway, scoping out the Zab's pack with the chance that he could. He wondered why such a brutally awesome alien would keep lunchboxes as his guards when he coulda came packing with like some other beefy aliens, or something. Shrugging, he continued to flank the Eye and kept it moving.
"𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒, 𝐼 𝒶𝓂."
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Re: March of the Kingslayers
"I'm sure you could find one that suits your needs. Though I'm not sure -affordable- is the word of the week, here." He huffed to Warvanus.
Plenty of folks were selling prototypes and new starships- though some would never reach production. Others were just as reliable as anything else, though.
His molars clenched, trying to keep himself tight as he felt the Zabrak went elsewhere, followed by his magnaguard. His fear of being unable to hold himself down was taking root. Things needed to be done, business to tend to- but now was not the right time. Impatience was Dastan's second worst enemy, and it was taunting him in this moment. Thankfully he had some distractions as he intended to lead the two Sith to the booth beneath a big marketing flag.
Most veterans would recognize them.
A Sugi arms dealer company renown for their custom makes. Not unlike what the Galactic Empire saw with the Chiss Ascendancy. Taking current gen technology and improving it- taking it for their own.
Their 'booth' was a large show floor with a prototype Razorfighter overhaul, surrounded by interactive displays with other models being shown on holovids. Along the 'edge' of their show floor area was a weapons rack alongside a few armor displays. The weapons were all current- and some future gen technology, as well as the armor sets. The Sugi that wandered the floor answering questions and brokering deals were four in number, all pale green skin in matte black plated power-suits. Strange creatures they were, but uniquely genius with arms brokering.
As they neared, Dastan spoke- "The Sugi can be a shrewd people. Just so happens I've made deals with them for the week." he smirked. Yes, a deal- a rather lucrative one for both sides. The Sugis get money- and Dastan gets to test out a squadron of prototype Razorfighters- that would absolutely be put to the test.
"The one running small time transactions by their seating booth's name is 'Maajah'." Looking over, the green skinned head, face covered in a technical breathing mask- and his body- a strange looking power suit- looked like a small human child's torso, with a metallic armor covering it- but from the waist- the suit looked like some sort of quadrupedal insectoid. Truthfully, the Sugi were short and bipedal, but often made radical choices to scurry around in terrifying looking armored mechanical suits.
"If you will both agree to do me a favor- Maajah will give you a really good deal on any of the tech or gear you want."
Plenty of folks were selling prototypes and new starships- though some would never reach production. Others were just as reliable as anything else, though.
His molars clenched, trying to keep himself tight as he felt the Zabrak went elsewhere, followed by his magnaguard. His fear of being unable to hold himself down was taking root. Things needed to be done, business to tend to- but now was not the right time. Impatience was Dastan's second worst enemy, and it was taunting him in this moment. Thankfully he had some distractions as he intended to lead the two Sith to the booth beneath a big marketing flag.
Most veterans would recognize them.
A Sugi arms dealer company renown for their custom makes. Not unlike what the Galactic Empire saw with the Chiss Ascendancy. Taking current gen technology and improving it- taking it for their own.
Their 'booth' was a large show floor with a prototype Razorfighter overhaul, surrounded by interactive displays with other models being shown on holovids. Along the 'edge' of their show floor area was a weapons rack alongside a few armor displays. The weapons were all current- and some future gen technology, as well as the armor sets. The Sugi that wandered the floor answering questions and brokering deals were four in number, all pale green skin in matte black plated power-suits. Strange creatures they were, but uniquely genius with arms brokering.
As they neared, Dastan spoke- "The Sugi can be a shrewd people. Just so happens I've made deals with them for the week." he smirked. Yes, a deal- a rather lucrative one for both sides. The Sugis get money- and Dastan gets to test out a squadron of prototype Razorfighters- that would absolutely be put to the test.
"The one running small time transactions by their seating booth's name is 'Maajah'." Looking over, the green skinned head, face covered in a technical breathing mask- and his body- a strange looking power suit- looked like a small human child's torso, with a metallic armor covering it- but from the waist- the suit looked like some sort of quadrupedal insectoid. Truthfully, the Sugi were short and bipedal, but often made radical choices to scurry around in terrifying looking armored mechanical suits.
"If you will both agree to do me a favor- Maajah will give you a really good deal on any of the tech or gear you want."
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Re: March of the Kingslayers
Warvanus nodded as they walked, he would secure one before this convention was over. He would make sure of it. He too noticed Kroxota head in the other direction, no doubt he had matters that required his attention. He nodded in his direction before they continued on. Warvanus admired all the hardware that he was seeing. He walked along side Lord Imatari his arms folded behind his back as if he was merely inspecting things.
“A prototype one of a kind ship would not be a bad thing” he said aloud but more to himself.
He stepped into their booth and the first thing he had noticed was the razorfighters. He whistled a low whistle. He gave the booth’s manager Maajah a nod. Then at Dastan’s words Warvanus chimed in
“I am in the market for a ship, a one of a kind but something modifiable and I would prefer to deal through you, money is no object” He was curious on what this dealer would present to him as options. This would be interesting he thought to himself. He glanced at Dastan before turning to face him.
“How may I be of assistance to you M’lord” He had only met this Sith Lord once and it was briefly. It was good for Warvanus to meet more influential Sith especially if he was to be his own man and get anywhere within the Empire.
“A prototype one of a kind ship would not be a bad thing” he said aloud but more to himself.
He stepped into their booth and the first thing he had noticed was the razorfighters. He whistled a low whistle. He gave the booth’s manager Maajah a nod. Then at Dastan’s words Warvanus chimed in
“I am in the market for a ship, a one of a kind but something modifiable and I would prefer to deal through you, money is no object” He was curious on what this dealer would present to him as options. This would be interesting he thought to himself. He glanced at Dastan before turning to face him.
“How may I be of assistance to you M’lord” He had only met this Sith Lord once and it was briefly. It was good for Warvanus to meet more influential Sith especially if he was to be his own man and get anywhere within the Empire.
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Re: March of the Kingslayers
Blood thought through his next actions, eyes lingering on the studying youths before him. He didn't want to leave the prodigies by themselves. And almost as though she herself read his mind, Mercy's voice rang out. "Take them with you, and see how it turns out. Might be a good experience for them, seeing all this new weaponry and stuff. Meeting a bit of the freaks, too."
Blood furrowed his brow, his train of thought racing with every disadvantage to him. "Kroxata is there, and last thing I need is him attempting to pull rank by killing one of them- they aren't anywhere near trained enough to handle him, yet."
Uncrossing her arms, Mercy countered. "Well, I'm going with you, and if he tries anything, I'll punch him in the damn face, okay? You got me, Fox, and yourself. He's not that powerful. Can't be. One on three is unbeatable. Especially for a toothpick headed freak. We'll deal with it if it happens."
Blood relaxed a bit from her reassurance. Since when did she have an assertive attitude? Shaking the thought out of his head, he conceded the thought. "Alright. But keep yourself alert- after his and my dispute, he has a vendetta against my name."
Rolling her eyes, Mercy retorted. "Yea, yea, I know, Blood. And if he tried anything, I don't have a problem loosening his jaw alittle. Can we go, now?"
A little chuckle escaped his lips at her impatience, and he was fully relieved from the burden of thought. Didn't sound too much of a problem, but something nagged in the rear of his mind; what was Mercy so impatient in this circumstance for?
-After the matter-
Breaking through hyperspace, the end of an abrupt hyperspeed pulled Blood out of the meditating he was trying to accomplish. Mercy sat there with him in the silent hub the Infiltrator, and after looking in her direction, he could feel she was undisturbed. Her aura was calm, and smooth despite the turmoil. Turning to her, he studied her intently. Something, something in this entire ordeal she leaned on. What was it?
"Mercy, I have been keeping an eye on you. An eye so indefinitely intense, I asked Fox if he had even heard anything from you from your absence a week prior."
He watched as she opened those hazel eyes, only one of the two visible as she kept the other hid behind brunette curtains. Her aura awakened as she pulled herself from the haze of the Force, and Blood felt the entirety of it's vivacity. "What are you saying?"
"Nothing, yet. But I am being honest with you, and telling you I am watching your changes."
A face of aghastment mixed with slight disgust hit her. "The hell are you saying, Blood?"
"Your disrespect, for starter, as well as your secrecy, Mercy Vyler. We, as a pack, do not keep secrets from one another. That is how we-"
Narrowed eyes came with a snarky interruption. "Operate? Keep it together? Carry on Tormentous' might? You're the last one to talk about secrets, Blood, you know that?"
Now it was his time to be confused. What the hell secrets was he keeping? Eyeing the younger girl, he replied slowly. "What secrets do you think I keep from you? I hide nothing from those who ask, and you haven't merely been here long enough to ask a damn thing, Mercy. So tell me, as I am excruciatingly curious, what secrets do I truly bar from you?"
It was clear she had thought herself capable enough to dominate this argument, as she closed her fists into tight balls and straightened her shoulders to an assertive posture. "Where the hell is Tormentous, Blood? Exactly who's orders are we following with these missions, because it's been clear from some time now that you remain ignorant of your own circumstance, right now."
What, what? What? What circumstance was he ignorant of?
Something recklessly hot snapped in the upper girth of his chest, and before he could even fathom his mental reaction to her words, his hand was out, Force snatched from the air, from the durasteel floor, from the entirety of everything around them, and without a single blink the Wolf clamped an iron grip of unseen fury across the soft nape of her neck. Immediately her hands flew to her neck, pulling and yanking at invisible and untouchable hands. Fear instinctively reared its frightened head as he felt her lack of oxygen take toll on her. However, this fire would not snuff so easily.
In fact, it seemed to take form and attack back. She glared at him, her own temper rising to meet his. A hand pulled angrily her throat and made a furious gesture of her throwing something at him- and somehow, she did. Not quite telekinesis, nor any wave-like attacks. This one seemed to distort the realism of air and space around it as it was flung from her grasp and hit him dead center in his chest. A ball of energy, something powerful, and something...
Something..
That wasn't his.
The air was knocked from his lungs as he was send skidding across the steel floor. Of course his grasp was released from her, and combat booted feet scrambled to get their bearings.
"Where...what.." he heaved out.
A solemn reply came to end the subject. Walking out, her voice began to fade from earshot as he tried to sit up.
"You're not the only one with secrets, Blood."
Was that a hint of guilt in her voice?
-After the matter-
The Infiltrator docked in the bay, and with the ramp extended, Blood, Mercy, and the two teens poured out of the ship. Immediately Blood latched to the thread he shared connection with to Fox, and through the mass of humanoids and aliens, he found the group relatively fast. The skittering alien people things however didn't sit well in his mind, and he thought them a queer race of alien.
Their armor was rather appealing, though.
Fox rejoined the group, rightfully finding his place at Blood's right flank. And with a polite cant of head to the strange alien things and to Warvanus, Blood turned his gaze to Dastan who was again in his fit and protective armor. It was a slight contrast to Blood's own apparel, light armor of fitted dark reptilian scales and a longsleeved matching top. A cape of trimmed heavy cloth and bordered scales drew to balance the ensemble as he greeted Dastan.
"Dastan."
Blood furrowed his brow, his train of thought racing with every disadvantage to him. "Kroxata is there, and last thing I need is him attempting to pull rank by killing one of them- they aren't anywhere near trained enough to handle him, yet."
Uncrossing her arms, Mercy countered. "Well, I'm going with you, and if he tries anything, I'll punch him in the damn face, okay? You got me, Fox, and yourself. He's not that powerful. Can't be. One on three is unbeatable. Especially for a toothpick headed freak. We'll deal with it if it happens."
Blood relaxed a bit from her reassurance. Since when did she have an assertive attitude? Shaking the thought out of his head, he conceded the thought. "Alright. But keep yourself alert- after his and my dispute, he has a vendetta against my name."
Rolling her eyes, Mercy retorted. "Yea, yea, I know, Blood. And if he tried anything, I don't have a problem loosening his jaw alittle. Can we go, now?"
A little chuckle escaped his lips at her impatience, and he was fully relieved from the burden of thought. Didn't sound too much of a problem, but something nagged in the rear of his mind; what was Mercy so impatient in this circumstance for?
-After the matter-
Breaking through hyperspace, the end of an abrupt hyperspeed pulled Blood out of the meditating he was trying to accomplish. Mercy sat there with him in the silent hub the Infiltrator, and after looking in her direction, he could feel she was undisturbed. Her aura was calm, and smooth despite the turmoil. Turning to her, he studied her intently. Something, something in this entire ordeal she leaned on. What was it?
"Mercy, I have been keeping an eye on you. An eye so indefinitely intense, I asked Fox if he had even heard anything from you from your absence a week prior."
He watched as she opened those hazel eyes, only one of the two visible as she kept the other hid behind brunette curtains. Her aura awakened as she pulled herself from the haze of the Force, and Blood felt the entirety of it's vivacity. "What are you saying?"
"Nothing, yet. But I am being honest with you, and telling you I am watching your changes."
A face of aghastment mixed with slight disgust hit her. "The hell are you saying, Blood?"
"Your disrespect, for starter, as well as your secrecy, Mercy Vyler. We, as a pack, do not keep secrets from one another. That is how we-"
Narrowed eyes came with a snarky interruption. "Operate? Keep it together? Carry on Tormentous' might? You're the last one to talk about secrets, Blood, you know that?"
Now it was his time to be confused. What the hell secrets was he keeping? Eyeing the younger girl, he replied slowly. "What secrets do you think I keep from you? I hide nothing from those who ask, and you haven't merely been here long enough to ask a damn thing, Mercy. So tell me, as I am excruciatingly curious, what secrets do I truly bar from you?"
It was clear she had thought herself capable enough to dominate this argument, as she closed her fists into tight balls and straightened her shoulders to an assertive posture. "Where the hell is Tormentous, Blood? Exactly who's orders are we following with these missions, because it's been clear from some time now that you remain ignorant of your own circumstance, right now."
What, what? What? What circumstance was he ignorant of?
Something recklessly hot snapped in the upper girth of his chest, and before he could even fathom his mental reaction to her words, his hand was out, Force snatched from the air, from the durasteel floor, from the entirety of everything around them, and without a single blink the Wolf clamped an iron grip of unseen fury across the soft nape of her neck. Immediately her hands flew to her neck, pulling and yanking at invisible and untouchable hands. Fear instinctively reared its frightened head as he felt her lack of oxygen take toll on her. However, this fire would not snuff so easily.
In fact, it seemed to take form and attack back. She glared at him, her own temper rising to meet his. A hand pulled angrily her throat and made a furious gesture of her throwing something at him- and somehow, she did. Not quite telekinesis, nor any wave-like attacks. This one seemed to distort the realism of air and space around it as it was flung from her grasp and hit him dead center in his chest. A ball of energy, something powerful, and something...
Something..
That wasn't his.
The air was knocked from his lungs as he was send skidding across the steel floor. Of course his grasp was released from her, and combat booted feet scrambled to get their bearings.
"Where...what.." he heaved out.
A solemn reply came to end the subject. Walking out, her voice began to fade from earshot as he tried to sit up.
"You're not the only one with secrets, Blood."
Was that a hint of guilt in her voice?
-After the matter-
The Infiltrator docked in the bay, and with the ramp extended, Blood, Mercy, and the two teens poured out of the ship. Immediately Blood latched to the thread he shared connection with to Fox, and through the mass of humanoids and aliens, he found the group relatively fast. The skittering alien people things however didn't sit well in his mind, and he thought them a queer race of alien.
Their armor was rather appealing, though.
Fox rejoined the group, rightfully finding his place at Blood's right flank. And with a polite cant of head to the strange alien things and to Warvanus, Blood turned his gaze to Dastan who was again in his fit and protective armor. It was a slight contrast to Blood's own apparel, light armor of fitted dark reptilian scales and a longsleeved matching top. A cape of trimmed heavy cloth and bordered scales drew to balance the ensemble as he greeted Dastan.
"Dastan."
"𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒, 𝐼 𝒶𝓂."
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Re: March of the Kingslayers
Flipping through the pages of their books, Raphael and Lilith sat peacefully across from each other. It was terribly difficult to read anything related to Basic Combat Forms, the book seemed so dry to Raphael. He would sit there and read a paragraph or two but within a fleeting moment he would forget what he had just read. Maybe, if he just dissected the images of the forms, then it would be easier to understand. A quick glance up revealed his sister reading a contrasting book, yet he knew better that she would actually read it.
Falling into his vision was a strand of his long black hair, coming loose from the knot he had tied behind his head. Raphael let out a giant exhale that sent the strand flying forward and then gently fell back to his face. Sometimes the length of his hair exhausted the young man, it was more work to maintain it seemed. Fingers running through his smooth black mane, he tied all of his hair back again into a knot. This act though, broke all of his concentration between him and the book he was trying to analyze.
Glancing up, all of the noise from the room came rushing in. His father and Mercy were at it again debating more about this convention on Ziost. It all seemed so trivial to the young acolyte, just more buyers and sellers flaunting what they have in front of each other. At another glance he could see his sister was not even paying attention to her studies, eyes glued to the two debating and her book was even closed. Raphael kicked Lilith under the table to get her back on track; she quickly retaliated with a kick of her own.
Looking over at his father, something seemed to bother him about this whole event. Nevertheless the four would soon be heading on their way to Ziost it seems, not that they had any input on it.
LATER----
Awaiting their exit of hyperspace, Raphael walked through the Infiltrator looking for his sister. She had abruptly walked away from their studies aboard the starship, and he had a feeling she was up to no good. Rounding one of the corners of the ship he saw the girl with long black hair standing near the room. Her golden eyes glued to the older pair fighting yet again.
“What could it be this time?” Raphael thought to himself.
Creeping up slowly behind her, he placed a hand on her shoulder. A enormous smile was plastered on her face as she seemed to enjoy the turmoil that was unfolding in front of her. Eyes glued to the two fighting, Raphael couldn’t help but turn and look as Mercy began struggling for her life. Initiating her fight or flight instincts, Mercy somehow sent their father sliding across the floor.
Taken back at what had just happened the look of interest on the teenagers face, quickly turned to concern. Yet, as their father argued back with her, it seemed he had everything under control. Raphael snatched Lilith by the arm and guided her back to their studies.
“This isn’t something we should be involved in sister…”
LATER----
Quickly, off the extended ramp followed the teenagers behind their father and Mercy. They would do well not to get lost in all of this greedy behavior. Raphael found this increasingly hard though as they walked through the showroom. Surrounded by hundreds of people, his sister wanted to examine everything that she came across. She was the materialistic type of person, and wanted everything that she saw. Being the exact opposite, Raphael had to keep his sister in line, hoping to catch up with the other two.
“Now is not the time…”
Firmly grasping her arm, Raphael dragged her back to his father. They had recently come across a group, one with a familiar face, Fox. Raphael was glad to see the friendly face, maybe he would rein in Mercy from whatever she had going on.
The group looked grand, one he certainly wouldn’t want to mess with. He had recognized the other two but couldn’t remember if they had met or not. Raphael and Lilith stood in the background as their father spoke. The two sized up what could be an adversary to the pack. Of all the sights in the showroom, the teenagers were quickly interested in just this interaction alone.
Falling into his vision was a strand of his long black hair, coming loose from the knot he had tied behind his head. Raphael let out a giant exhale that sent the strand flying forward and then gently fell back to his face. Sometimes the length of his hair exhausted the young man, it was more work to maintain it seemed. Fingers running through his smooth black mane, he tied all of his hair back again into a knot. This act though, broke all of his concentration between him and the book he was trying to analyze.
Glancing up, all of the noise from the room came rushing in. His father and Mercy were at it again debating more about this convention on Ziost. It all seemed so trivial to the young acolyte, just more buyers and sellers flaunting what they have in front of each other. At another glance he could see his sister was not even paying attention to her studies, eyes glued to the two debating and her book was even closed. Raphael kicked Lilith under the table to get her back on track; she quickly retaliated with a kick of her own.
Looking over at his father, something seemed to bother him about this whole event. Nevertheless the four would soon be heading on their way to Ziost it seems, not that they had any input on it.
LATER----
Awaiting their exit of hyperspace, Raphael walked through the Infiltrator looking for his sister. She had abruptly walked away from their studies aboard the starship, and he had a feeling she was up to no good. Rounding one of the corners of the ship he saw the girl with long black hair standing near the room. Her golden eyes glued to the older pair fighting yet again.
“What could it be this time?” Raphael thought to himself.
Creeping up slowly behind her, he placed a hand on her shoulder. A enormous smile was plastered on her face as she seemed to enjoy the turmoil that was unfolding in front of her. Eyes glued to the two fighting, Raphael couldn’t help but turn and look as Mercy began struggling for her life. Initiating her fight or flight instincts, Mercy somehow sent their father sliding across the floor.
Taken back at what had just happened the look of interest on the teenagers face, quickly turned to concern. Yet, as their father argued back with her, it seemed he had everything under control. Raphael snatched Lilith by the arm and guided her back to their studies.
“This isn’t something we should be involved in sister…”
LATER----
Quickly, off the extended ramp followed the teenagers behind their father and Mercy. They would do well not to get lost in all of this greedy behavior. Raphael found this increasingly hard though as they walked through the showroom. Surrounded by hundreds of people, his sister wanted to examine everything that she came across. She was the materialistic type of person, and wanted everything that she saw. Being the exact opposite, Raphael had to keep his sister in line, hoping to catch up with the other two.
“Now is not the time…”
Firmly grasping her arm, Raphael dragged her back to his father. They had recently come across a group, one with a familiar face, Fox. Raphael was glad to see the friendly face, maybe he would rein in Mercy from whatever she had going on.
The group looked grand, one he certainly wouldn’t want to mess with. He had recognized the other two but couldn’t remember if they had met or not. Raphael and Lilith stood in the background as their father spoke. The two sized up what could be an adversary to the pack. Of all the sights in the showroom, the teenagers were quickly interested in just this interaction alone.
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Dastan Imatari
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Re: March of the Kingslayers
Before he addressed the few with him, he dismissed his security commander with a wave- a Sith militant dressed in polished jet black armor over a charcoal jumpsuit. With a brief nod, the humanoid figure left swiftly, disappearing in the crowds of murmuring masses.
He about dismissed Warvanus- The Acolyte right then and there, too- but then it occurred to him.
"Actually, I could use you- both of you." He looked to Warvanus, then to Fox- "Your master, especially, come to think." He brought his hand up to the 'chin' of his helmet in habit of stroking his face while thinking.
"I've got a little test run of a new set of starfighters I'd like to set off in two days..." He thought out loud. "If either of you are adept at all in a pilot's seat, please let me know. It will be an experience of a lifetime." He thumbed in the direction of the sleek looking fixed wing fighter before them a ways- the charcoal and black razorfighter. "One shipment of a squadron's worth of those darlings. Comparable to a civil war era X-Wing except instead of more missiles- these lovelies also have ion cannons. Great for all target types." He did his best to hide his excitement on the matter. "Fast and nimble. Great all around fighter/interceptor." He smiled devilishly behind his mask.
"I've also ordered a bunch of blasters and armor sets for my practicals-" he began to muse, and looked to Fox again. "Maybe Lord Blood will want to pick up something for you, as well."
He continued walking over toward the Sugi finishing a conversation with a Rodian and a Duros wearing sleek business suits.
"Maajah, glad to see you."
The alien turns his head, and you could see what passed as cheeks rise a bit in smile from behind the apparatus on it's face.
"Lord Imatari- a pleasure to see you so soon."
"It isn't a problem, is it?"
"No- of course not. It's an unexpected surprise." it opened it's arms, and then reached out a small childlike hand to Dastan.
"Good." He took the small gauntlet covered hand and shook briefly.
"Your shipment is already here, and being fit to your specifications as we speak. They will be ready for inspection tomorrow at the latest."
It's voice was raspy, strange accent he wasn't able to place. Then again, he'd never dealt with any of their kind before. Though their demeanor and generous professional attitude spoke volumes- that this was not their first time in deals like this.
"The shipyard just to the west, then?" Dastan asked,
"Absolutely. Feel free to come take a look. I can get in touch with the foreman to make sure the ships are fit properly as soon as this evening."
"Absolutely do, I'm paying good money for those- Maajah, don't you forget."
"Oh, a good dealer would nnnever forget."
Dastan gave a very polite gesture- for him- and bowed slightly at the waist before turning back to the other Sith.
"If you've an interes in joining me in an in-depth inspection of these vehicles- meet me in docking pad 2A. It's south of this building in the large open runway. I can ferry us to the inspection point. And if starfighters aren't your thing," he nodded in the direction of the weapons wall that a Sugi scurried up to, inspecting and polishing a nice new blaster rifle- "I've also got a few crates worth of weapons and armor you can test out in the range there." He crossed his arms, pleased with himself. "Free of charge."
The invitation was currently extended to the two sith- Fox, and Warvanus.
"And if you'd like," he looked to Fox again, "Tell your Lord to meet us, as well." He then looked between the two- ".... I trust this information to be kept between 'us', understand?" His finger bounced between the two in gesture.
The building holding the vehicles and his purchases was to the east- too far for a walk or simple speeder voyage. It was a huge hangar that used to be a staging area for Sith Militia on the planet. It was decommissioned several years ago in favor of more updated technology, better tech- and better real-estate. Dastan purchased it from under their noses several months ago- after making a deal with Admiral Dorven to keep it quiet. There was no reporting of any information coming or going from that area that Dastan didn't want getting out.
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This deal with the Admiral, and the commander of the Vigr security Company was also a black one. Dastan paid well, and promised much. What's better- was that he absolutely delivered. He never spent money on himself- no lavish extravagance that other Sith Lords enjoyed. He spent his money on his personal retinue, and his intelligence bureau, as well as brokering networking and other business deals that gave him his income.
The Sith Empire paid well to hunt down and kill it's enemies. Though being within the Sith Order, which on the other end- did not pay well- eschewing the idea that monetary incentives wouldn't be necessary for a true Sith. Dastan employed people outside of the order to do his deals and work from him, which in turn raked him more money in comparison to the typical military, or order's payroll. This also ensured his anonymity to other members of the Order, because they didn't report to anyone else BUT him.
He about dismissed Warvanus- The Acolyte right then and there, too- but then it occurred to him.
"Actually, I could use you- both of you." He looked to Warvanus, then to Fox- "Your master, especially, come to think." He brought his hand up to the 'chin' of his helmet in habit of stroking his face while thinking.
"I've got a little test run of a new set of starfighters I'd like to set off in two days..." He thought out loud. "If either of you are adept at all in a pilot's seat, please let me know. It will be an experience of a lifetime." He thumbed in the direction of the sleek looking fixed wing fighter before them a ways- the charcoal and black razorfighter. "One shipment of a squadron's worth of those darlings. Comparable to a civil war era X-Wing except instead of more missiles- these lovelies also have ion cannons. Great for all target types." He did his best to hide his excitement on the matter. "Fast and nimble. Great all around fighter/interceptor." He smiled devilishly behind his mask.
"I've also ordered a bunch of blasters and armor sets for my practicals-" he began to muse, and looked to Fox again. "Maybe Lord Blood will want to pick up something for you, as well."
He continued walking over toward the Sugi finishing a conversation with a Rodian and a Duros wearing sleek business suits.
"Maajah, glad to see you."
The alien turns his head, and you could see what passed as cheeks rise a bit in smile from behind the apparatus on it's face.
"Lord Imatari- a pleasure to see you so soon."
"It isn't a problem, is it?"
"No- of course not. It's an unexpected surprise." it opened it's arms, and then reached out a small childlike hand to Dastan.
"Good." He took the small gauntlet covered hand and shook briefly.
"Your shipment is already here, and being fit to your specifications as we speak. They will be ready for inspection tomorrow at the latest."
It's voice was raspy, strange accent he wasn't able to place. Then again, he'd never dealt with any of their kind before. Though their demeanor and generous professional attitude spoke volumes- that this was not their first time in deals like this.
"The shipyard just to the west, then?" Dastan asked,
"Absolutely. Feel free to come take a look. I can get in touch with the foreman to make sure the ships are fit properly as soon as this evening."
"Absolutely do, I'm paying good money for those- Maajah, don't you forget."
"Oh, a good dealer would nnnever forget."
Dastan gave a very polite gesture- for him- and bowed slightly at the waist before turning back to the other Sith.
"If you've an interes in joining me in an in-depth inspection of these vehicles- meet me in docking pad 2A. It's south of this building in the large open runway. I can ferry us to the inspection point. And if starfighters aren't your thing," he nodded in the direction of the weapons wall that a Sugi scurried up to, inspecting and polishing a nice new blaster rifle- "I've also got a few crates worth of weapons and armor you can test out in the range there." He crossed his arms, pleased with himself. "Free of charge."
The invitation was currently extended to the two sith- Fox, and Warvanus.
"And if you'd like," he looked to Fox again, "Tell your Lord to meet us, as well." He then looked between the two- ".... I trust this information to be kept between 'us', understand?" His finger bounced between the two in gesture.
The building holding the vehicles and his purchases was to the east- too far for a walk or simple speeder voyage. It was a huge hangar that used to be a staging area for Sith Militia on the planet. It was decommissioned several years ago in favor of more updated technology, better tech- and better real-estate. Dastan purchased it from under their noses several months ago- after making a deal with Admiral Dorven to keep it quiet. There was no reporting of any information coming or going from that area that Dastan didn't want getting out.
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This deal with the Admiral, and the commander of the Vigr security Company was also a black one. Dastan paid well, and promised much. What's better- was that he absolutely delivered. He never spent money on himself- no lavish extravagance that other Sith Lords enjoyed. He spent his money on his personal retinue, and his intelligence bureau, as well as brokering networking and other business deals that gave him his income.
The Sith Empire paid well to hunt down and kill it's enemies. Though being within the Sith Order, which on the other end- did not pay well- eschewing the idea that monetary incentives wouldn't be necessary for a true Sith. Dastan employed people outside of the order to do his deals and work from him, which in turn raked him more money in comparison to the typical military, or order's payroll. This also ensured his anonymity to other members of the Order, because they didn't report to anyone else BUT him.
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Dastan Imatari
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Re: March of the Kingslayers
DISREGARD THE PREVIOUS POST, WITH THE INABILITY TO EDIT POSTS, I CAN'T ADDRESS MY IDIOCY OF FORGETTING SLADE HAD ARRIVED>
He straightened up and did a pleasantly surprised gesture- "Lord Blood~ glad you could join us."
Before he addressed the others with him, he dismissed his security commander with a wave- a Sith militant dressed in polished jet black armor over a charcoal jumpsuit. With a brief nod, the humanoid figure left swiftly, disappearing in the crowds of murmuring masses.
He about dismissed Warvanus- The Acolyte right then and there, too- but then it occurred to him.
"Actually, I could use you- ." He looked to Warvanus, then to the others. He brought his hand up to the 'chin' of his helmet in habit of stroking his face while thinking.
"I've got a little test run of a new set of starfighters I'd like to set off in two days..." He thought out loud. "If any you are adept at all in a pilot's seat, please let me know. It will be an experience of a lifetime." He thumbed in the direction of the sleek looking fixed wing fighter before them a ways- the charcoal and black razorfighter. "One shipment of a squadron's worth of those darlings. Comparable to a civil war era X-Wing except instead of more missiles- these lovelies also have ion cannons. Great for all target types." He did his best to hide his excitement on the matter. "Fast and nimble. Great all around fighter/interceptor." He smiled devilishly behind his mask.
"I've also ordered a bunch of blasters and armor sets for my practicals-" he began to muse, and looked to Fox again. "Maybe Lord Blood will want to pick up something for you, as well." a call out- and a bit of a growing salesman in him.
He waved over the Sugi finishing a conversation with a Rodian and a Duros wearing sleek business suits. He shook the Duros' hand quickly, and scurried to Dastan's side.
"Maajah, glad to see you."
The alien quickly scanned the others around- and you could see what passed as cheeks rise a bit in smile from behind the apparatus on it's face.
"Lord Imatari- a pleasure to see you so soon."
"It isn't a problem, is it?"
"No- of course not. It's an unexpected surprise." it opened it's arms, and then reached out a small childlike hand to Dastan.
"Good." He took the small gauntlet covered hand and shook briefly.
"Your shipment is already here, and being fit to your specifications as we speak. They will be ready for inspection tomorrow at the latest."
It's voice was raspy, strange accent he wasn't able to place. Then again, he'd never dealt with any of their kind before. Though their demeanor and generous professional attitude spoke volumes- that this was not their first time in deals like this.
"The shipyard just to the west, then?" Dastan asked,
"Absolutely. Feel free to come take a look. I can get in touch with the foreman to make sure the ships are fit properly as soon as this evening."
"Absolutely do, I'm paying good money for those- Maajah, don't you forget."
"Oh, a good dealer would nnnever forget."
Dastan gave a very polite gesture- for him- and bowed slightly at the waist before turning back to the other Sith.
"If you've an interes in joining me in an in-depth inspection of these vehicles- meet me in docking pad 2A. It's south of this building in the large open runway. I can ferry us to the inspection point. And if starfighters aren't your thing," he nodded in the direction of the weapons wall that a Sugi scurried up to, inspecting and polishing a nice new blaster rifle- "I've also got a few crates worth of weapons and armor you can test out in the range there. Live demonstrations and ammunition." He crossed his arms, pleased with himself. "Free of charge."
It was businesslike, but Dastan absolutely had other means of grouping them together. It was likely obvious, but due to the crowds- it was much easier to use that facade.
The invitation was currently extended to those in current company.
He then looked between the group members- ".... I trust this information to be kept between 'us', understand?" His finger did a gesture, passing over everyone....
The building holding the vehicles and his purchases was to the east- too far for a walk or simple speeder voyage. It was a huge hangar that used to be a staging area for Sith Militia on the planet. It was decommissioned several years ago in favor of more updated technology, better tech- and better real-estate. Dastan purchased it from under their noses several months ago- after making a deal with Admiral Dorven to keep it quiet. There was no reporting of any information coming or going from that area that Dastan didn't want getting out.
--
This deal with the Admiral, and the commander of the Vigr security Company was also a black one. Dastan paid well, and promised much. What's better- was that he absolutely delivered. He never spent money on himself- no lavish extravagance that other Sith Lords enjoyed. He spent his money on his personal retinue, and his intelligence bureau, as well as brokering networking and other business deals that gave him his income.
The Sith Empire paid well to hunt down and kill it's enemies. Though being within the Sith Order, which on the other end- did not pay well- eschewing the idea that monetary incentives wouldn't be necessary for a true Sith. Dastan employed people outside of the order to do his deals and work from him, which in turn raked him more money in comparison to the typical military, or order's payroll. This also ensured his anonymity to other members of the Order, because they didn't report to anyone else BUT him.
He straightened up and did a pleasantly surprised gesture- "Lord Blood~ glad you could join us."
Before he addressed the others with him, he dismissed his security commander with a wave- a Sith militant dressed in polished jet black armor over a charcoal jumpsuit. With a brief nod, the humanoid figure left swiftly, disappearing in the crowds of murmuring masses.
He about dismissed Warvanus- The Acolyte right then and there, too- but then it occurred to him.
"Actually, I could use you- ." He looked to Warvanus, then to the others. He brought his hand up to the 'chin' of his helmet in habit of stroking his face while thinking.
"I've got a little test run of a new set of starfighters I'd like to set off in two days..." He thought out loud. "If any you are adept at all in a pilot's seat, please let me know. It will be an experience of a lifetime." He thumbed in the direction of the sleek looking fixed wing fighter before them a ways- the charcoal and black razorfighter. "One shipment of a squadron's worth of those darlings. Comparable to a civil war era X-Wing except instead of more missiles- these lovelies also have ion cannons. Great for all target types." He did his best to hide his excitement on the matter. "Fast and nimble. Great all around fighter/interceptor." He smiled devilishly behind his mask.
"I've also ordered a bunch of blasters and armor sets for my practicals-" he began to muse, and looked to Fox again. "Maybe Lord Blood will want to pick up something for you, as well." a call out- and a bit of a growing salesman in him.
He waved over the Sugi finishing a conversation with a Rodian and a Duros wearing sleek business suits. He shook the Duros' hand quickly, and scurried to Dastan's side.
"Maajah, glad to see you."
The alien quickly scanned the others around- and you could see what passed as cheeks rise a bit in smile from behind the apparatus on it's face.
"Lord Imatari- a pleasure to see you so soon."
"It isn't a problem, is it?"
"No- of course not. It's an unexpected surprise." it opened it's arms, and then reached out a small childlike hand to Dastan.
"Good." He took the small gauntlet covered hand and shook briefly.
"Your shipment is already here, and being fit to your specifications as we speak. They will be ready for inspection tomorrow at the latest."
It's voice was raspy, strange accent he wasn't able to place. Then again, he'd never dealt with any of their kind before. Though their demeanor and generous professional attitude spoke volumes- that this was not their first time in deals like this.
"The shipyard just to the west, then?" Dastan asked,
"Absolutely. Feel free to come take a look. I can get in touch with the foreman to make sure the ships are fit properly as soon as this evening."
"Absolutely do, I'm paying good money for those- Maajah, don't you forget."
"Oh, a good dealer would nnnever forget."
Dastan gave a very polite gesture- for him- and bowed slightly at the waist before turning back to the other Sith.
"If you've an interes in joining me in an in-depth inspection of these vehicles- meet me in docking pad 2A. It's south of this building in the large open runway. I can ferry us to the inspection point. And if starfighters aren't your thing," he nodded in the direction of the weapons wall that a Sugi scurried up to, inspecting and polishing a nice new blaster rifle- "I've also got a few crates worth of weapons and armor you can test out in the range there. Live demonstrations and ammunition." He crossed his arms, pleased with himself. "Free of charge."
It was businesslike, but Dastan absolutely had other means of grouping them together. It was likely obvious, but due to the crowds- it was much easier to use that facade.
The invitation was currently extended to those in current company.
He then looked between the group members- ".... I trust this information to be kept between 'us', understand?" His finger did a gesture, passing over everyone....
The building holding the vehicles and his purchases was to the east- too far for a walk or simple speeder voyage. It was a huge hangar that used to be a staging area for Sith Militia on the planet. It was decommissioned several years ago in favor of more updated technology, better tech- and better real-estate. Dastan purchased it from under their noses several months ago- after making a deal with Admiral Dorven to keep it quiet. There was no reporting of any information coming or going from that area that Dastan didn't want getting out.
--
This deal with the Admiral, and the commander of the Vigr security Company was also a black one. Dastan paid well, and promised much. What's better- was that he absolutely delivered. He never spent money on himself- no lavish extravagance that other Sith Lords enjoyed. He spent his money on his personal retinue, and his intelligence bureau, as well as brokering networking and other business deals that gave him his income.
The Sith Empire paid well to hunt down and kill it's enemies. Though being within the Sith Order, which on the other end- did not pay well- eschewing the idea that monetary incentives wouldn't be necessary for a true Sith. Dastan employed people outside of the order to do his deals and work from him, which in turn raked him more money in comparison to the typical military, or order's payroll. This also ensured his anonymity to other members of the Order, because they didn't report to anyone else BUT him.
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Kell Sangros
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Re: March of the Kingslayers
Warvanus observed, the dealer had told him that he woud compile a list of possible candidates for him to present for a ship. In which Warvanus gave the arms dealer a nod.
He saw Dastan dismiss the security commander and felt a hesitation before he had spoken. Something was up, he could feel it but what exactly he had no clue. He filed it into the back of his mind as Dastan brought up the starfighters. The idea of flying a starfighter again gave him the same stirring as the anticipation of a battle. He had not piloted one since he was called Kell. Another life time ago back on that backwater planet in that rag-tag resistance movement.
“You can count me in Lord Imatari” he began “I have experience, I would much like to see these starfighters” Blasters were no longer his primary weapon of choice however it wouldn’t hurt maybe to acquire a couple blasters, carbines and rifles. He would be employing his own agents soon , once Vector proved capable. He also filed this in the back of his mind. He watched the exchange between Dastan and Maajah.
Warvanus bowed his head in acknowledgement “Docking Pad 2A tomorrow morning” he repeated he would be there “You can count on my discretion M’lord my lips are sealed” He bowed his head once again “Until tomorrow morning M’lord” he said then continuing “If you will excuse me I need to see about that ship “ he said with a grin and with that he gave a nod to Lord Blood and his gang. Before he went over to one of Maajah ‘s underlings to consult on a ship.
--The Next Morning—
Warvanus had awoken early had done his morning excercises and drills. He freshened up and made his way over to the docking bay 2A and awaited Lord Imatari and whoever else would take him up on his offer.
He saw Dastan dismiss the security commander and felt a hesitation before he had spoken. Something was up, he could feel it but what exactly he had no clue. He filed it into the back of his mind as Dastan brought up the starfighters. The idea of flying a starfighter again gave him the same stirring as the anticipation of a battle. He had not piloted one since he was called Kell. Another life time ago back on that backwater planet in that rag-tag resistance movement.
“You can count me in Lord Imatari” he began “I have experience, I would much like to see these starfighters” Blasters were no longer his primary weapon of choice however it wouldn’t hurt maybe to acquire a couple blasters, carbines and rifles. He would be employing his own agents soon , once Vector proved capable. He also filed this in the back of his mind. He watched the exchange between Dastan and Maajah.
Warvanus bowed his head in acknowledgement “Docking Pad 2A tomorrow morning” he repeated he would be there “You can count on my discretion M’lord my lips are sealed” He bowed his head once again “Until tomorrow morning M’lord” he said then continuing “If you will excuse me I need to see about that ship “ he said with a grin and with that he gave a nod to Lord Blood and his gang. Before he went over to one of Maajah ‘s underlings to consult on a ship.
--The Next Morning—
Warvanus had awoken early had done his morning excercises and drills. He freshened up and made his way over to the docking bay 2A and awaited Lord Imatari and whoever else would take him up on his offer.
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Darth Warvanus
=The Warrior King=
=The War Bringer=-
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Darth Warvanus
=The Warrior King=
=The War Bringer=-
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