Success or Death.
The life of an assassin involved surprisingly much overseeing, assessing, and reviewing. By now, much of it had become mere habit or a drudgery Darth Ophidia had managed to delegate to others. However, there were some things she found far too important to delegate: The assessment of prospective assassins; persons of skill with some connection to their order, albeit not fully embraced.
What more, this one was trained by the same man who trained her. She had known him as Darth Ferus once, now he was [member="Krest"] , the Red Assassin.
Her chalk-skinned finger ran across the face of the datapad, flipping through the pages of a file. [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] , associated with the First Order. The Sith Assassins had a wide web, and in it there were many spiders. Some free, some leading factions in a direction beneficial to their order. In the end, the Assassins came first.
She studied the face of the Sith Knight before flipping through the viritual pages again, finding their target. Now, Ophidia was there to oversee and evaluate more than anything. She wished to know what Krest's new pets were good for. Would they become a threat to her? An asset to the Sith? Or mere murderous lapdogs to unleash upon the Jedi while the masters lined up for the true assault. The Pale Assassin would know by the end of the day.
Darth Ophidia stood waiting in a hangar bay on Serenno. Her ship was being fuelled and prepped for her return later in the day. They were in Dominion space, a coalition hostile to all who did not wave their ridiculous banner. Their target: A local duke by the name of Bartell Doana. There was much they could do in a place like Serenno with a duke at their back, and much the duke would do to avoid the information of this assassination from being spread.
As such, this was not a task without responsibility.
The Pale waited.
What more, this one was trained by the same man who trained her. She had known him as Darth Ferus once, now he was [member="Krest"] , the Red Assassin.
Her chalk-skinned finger ran across the face of the datapad, flipping through the pages of a file. [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] , associated with the First Order. The Sith Assassins had a wide web, and in it there were many spiders. Some free, some leading factions in a direction beneficial to their order. In the end, the Assassins came first.
She studied the face of the Sith Knight before flipping through the viritual pages again, finding their target. Now, Ophidia was there to oversee and evaluate more than anything. She wished to know what Krest's new pets were good for. Would they become a threat to her? An asset to the Sith? Or mere murderous lapdogs to unleash upon the Jedi while the masters lined up for the true assault. The Pale Assassin would know by the end of the day.
Darth Ophidia stood waiting in a hangar bay on Serenno. Her ship was being fuelled and prepped for her return later in the day. They were in Dominion space, a coalition hostile to all who did not wave their ridiculous banner. Their target: A local duke by the name of Bartell Doana. There was much they could do in a place like Serenno with a duke at their back, and much the duke would do to avoid the information of this assassination from being spread.
As such, this was not a task without responsibility.
The Pale waited.