Dromund Kaas - Hangar Platform
Mikhail's boots clicked against the durasteel floor of the Hangar. He stopped with arms crossed, watching as yet another Sith Master came to call. This one from the Hutts, no less. Shorn hated Hutts. Hated Sith too. So this guy, Avicass, or os, or whatever his name was, started out in the red. Of course, everyone did with Shorn. However, this was a special case. A Sith employed by the Hutts. Make him a mando and Shorn's day would be made.
Clad in a black leather jacket, with a peculiar lightsaber hilt clipped to his belt, Mikhail watched the man descend the gangplank onto the hangar. Around them were several other ships, a jumble of crates. A few durasteel boxes. Some durasteel canisters. Damn, did they make everything out of durasteel?
The raven haired Sith stood out on the platform though not as some official welcome party for Avicus' arrival, but rather to judge whether or not he should kill the Sith outright. See, in the time since his raising to knighthood, Mikhail took it upon himself to check up on just who exactly the Empire let onto their soil. And sometimes, when he was paying attention, he would even greet new apprentices - specifically ones who murdered their families - with the ultimatum of "explain yourself or die." Mikhail was not big on cliche Sith and from what he had heard, this man was exactly that.
Pale blue eyes seemed to stare through Avicus. Shorn wiggled his fingers at the man in an openly facetious welcome, on his face a perma-smirk to make a smuggler green.
@[member="Avicus DuSang"]
Mikhail's boots clicked against the durasteel floor of the Hangar. He stopped with arms crossed, watching as yet another Sith Master came to call. This one from the Hutts, no less. Shorn hated Hutts. Hated Sith too. So this guy, Avicass, or os, or whatever his name was, started out in the red. Of course, everyone did with Shorn. However, this was a special case. A Sith employed by the Hutts. Make him a mando and Shorn's day would be made.
Clad in a black leather jacket, with a peculiar lightsaber hilt clipped to his belt, Mikhail watched the man descend the gangplank onto the hangar. Around them were several other ships, a jumble of crates. A few durasteel boxes. Some durasteel canisters. Damn, did they make everything out of durasteel?
The raven haired Sith stood out on the platform though not as some official welcome party for Avicus' arrival, but rather to judge whether or not he should kill the Sith outright. See, in the time since his raising to knighthood, Mikhail took it upon himself to check up on just who exactly the Empire let onto their soil. And sometimes, when he was paying attention, he would even greet new apprentices - specifically ones who murdered their families - with the ultimatum of "explain yourself or die." Mikhail was not big on cliche Sith and from what he had heard, this man was exactly that.
Pale blue eyes seemed to stare through Avicus. Shorn wiggled his fingers at the man in an openly facetious welcome, on his face a perma-smirk to make a smuggler green.
@[member="Avicus DuSang"]