Lord Ajihad
I use Aristois
Vi'kas Mirtis, the Fist of the Demon, stepped off of a personal shuttle in the Ord Mantell spaceport. As a Rodian security agent stepped forward to greet him, he threw a knife into its neck. It fell to the ground, jugular severed. No one was to know he was there. The assassin crouched over, and pulled the knife out of the security officer's neck, and wiped it off on the dead creature's shirt. He loved keeping his tools clean.
He was in a set of light stealth armor, courtesy of the Obsidian Knights. He turned on the invisibility function, and crept through the Mantellean streets. He approached the abandoned warehouse he was instructed to meet at. It was a rickety old thing, hardly a building anymore. He made his way (cautiously) to the second floor, and entered a rusty-walled room, which looked to be an old office. He deactivated the Stealth function, and awaited his Master.
[member="Darth Ferus"]
[member="Feral Sapith (K'sara)"]
[member="Darth Arcanix"]
He was in a set of light stealth armor, courtesy of the Obsidian Knights. He turned on the invisibility function, and crept through the Mantellean streets. He approached the abandoned warehouse he was instructed to meet at. It was a rickety old thing, hardly a building anymore. He made his way (cautiously) to the second floor, and entered a rusty-walled room, which looked to be an old office. He deactivated the Stealth function, and awaited his Master.
[member="Darth Ferus"]
[member="Feral Sapith (K'sara)"]
[member="Darth Arcanix"]