Xavka Duquo, a name that, to the larger galaxy, no longer existed. It was a name that belong to a successful, if distant, assassin for hire who managed to achieve many of his kills without the aid of the Force, as many assassins that flooded the market did so. Now, to those that lived within the dark underbelly that festered within the galaxy, that assassin had died, had taken a contract that proved to be too much for the cold Zabrak to survive. Indeed, upon being welcomed into the fold as a Sith Assassin, Xavka had cast of his name, tying a fake persona that he had worked tirelessly to uphold to it, so that he would become one with the shadows that he had sank into, unknown as a true Assassin should be. But now, that deception and ignoring of name, of identification, had grown a new layer when an unforeseen incident had occurred between he and the previous Darth Ferus. Now, Xavka held the title of Ferus the Lykos, Third of the Name. No longer was he Xavka Duquo, even within the Sith Assassins.
Even with the transformation of name and identity, Xavka had remained stagnant in all other forms. His steadily freezing hearts, becoming more and more apathetic as the weight of the atrocities that Xavka was pulled further into began to press against them, continued to influence his bored, stoic personality where the only time he displayed emotion was within rage or when presented with a hunt. Xavka's choice in attire had also remained the same, he made no move to disguise the fact that he wasn't the previous Darth Ferus. That fact was made clearly evident as Xavka approached the armoured, and Dark dripping, form that was Krayzen Dratos, a General within the One Sith military.
The sound of bare feet impacting metal was the only sound that Xavka made as he strode slowly towards the fellow Sith. His naked feet would momentarily be visible beneath his heavy robes as he stepped forwards, long enough that the curved and sharpened claws that tipped each of his toes was made clearly visible. Beyond his feet, no other feature of Xavka's form could be seen, the folds of his robes obscuring even the online of his figure, as well as the shape of the weapons hidden beneath the fabric, making it harder for any opponent that Xavka would face to ascertain his movements nor fighting style. Not even Xavka's face could be seen, hidden behind a veil of Dark crafted shadows that enhanced the natural shadow cast by the hood that Xavka wore.
Xavka came to a silent stop five meters away from Krayzen, an oppressive aura of Darkness seeming to seep from his form and corrupt the surrounding Force as an unseen amber eye glared at the General. Even when he was greeted, no sound was uttered from within the confines of the shadowed hood, a twisting of sand and wind chapped lips into the form of a smirk being his only reply. It as only when Krayzen spoke again, breaking the silence that was beginning to form between the pair that Xavka spoke. His voice was rough, sounding as if it had been grated over rocks, as one of the scars that crossed over Xavka's throat had once threatened to claim his life and send his soul to Nath before his time and while Xavka continued to live, his voice had forever been corrupted.
"General Dratos." The two words were accompanied by a slight, barely there, bow of the shoulder was all of the greeting that Xavka gave. In the next moment, a shiny black left hand, cybernetic, emerged from the folds of the dark coloured robes, gesturing towards Krayzen. "Please, General. Lead the way. Shall we speak while we walk?"
[member="Krayzen Dratos"]
