Perfect Oblivion [Cora/Any Other Sith]

[Slade Xandir]

His Infiltrator touched down on the Landing Pad, and minutes only just skirted by before the ramp lowered onto the metal docking of Nar Shadaa. The last coordinate Mercy had sent him. Of course there were pieces she left out, such as what and who it was that sent a direction to and about, but of course he had to be the one to go pick them up. What, her and her new Master couldn't handle this? Of course not...the infidels had both vanished.

Blood stomped down the ramp, his patience and calm demeanor already scrapped from the moment he had to leave his current affairs for those who had nothing to do with him. This had better be worth it. The coordinate was still located in this terminal. Hs golden eyes scanned through the crowds of humanoids and bipeds, some neither of those categories, his height giving him an edge over the height of most. Who was he looking for?