Clad in a black leather jacket, jeans, and a t-shirt, Mikhail Shorn strode through the gloomy corridors of the Black Iron Tyrant. If one person in the galaxy knew of a group of Sith that still existed, it would be Kaine. The ex-emperor had a special relationship with Shorn. They had been friends, of a sort. Friends who liked killing things together. Ousting Tyrin and putting Dranok on the throne strained their relationship. That and banging Anaya Fen.
Shorn shrugged. @Kaine Zambrano could feel however the hell he wanted, but he, like Shorn, reveled in destruction. He doubted the ex-Emperor would pass up an opportunity to go and... kill things. Whatever. Mikhail needed a direction. Hopefully, Kaine could point him in one.
The Thronebreaker arrived outside Kaine's personal quarters and knocked on the door.
Shorn shrugged. @Kaine Zambrano could feel however the hell he wanted, but he, like Shorn, reveled in destruction. He doubted the ex-Emperor would pass up an opportunity to go and... kill things. Whatever. Mikhail needed a direction. Hopefully, Kaine could point him in one.
The Thronebreaker arrived outside Kaine's personal quarters and knocked on the door.