The smugglers body fell to the floor, the metallic thud of the impact echoing around the small warehouse. The other smugglers and pirates in the room took a few hesitant steps backwards, their eyes locked on the cloaked figure that stepped over their fallen comrades body. No features were visible beneath his grey cloak, and even the skin of his hands were hidden by black gloves. The only thing that stood out about the small being was the lightsaber held in his hand, the crimson blade humming with power. The grey hood of the figure turned to look around the room slowly, eyes unseen taking in the faces of each smuggler and pirate present.
"Not to say that it was difficult to find you, but I would rather not have wasted a day cornering you all together for this discussion." The dismissively calm voice put the criminals before him even more on edge, and Emorin could not help but smile as he took another step towards them. In truth it had been rather difficult for the lone Sithling to track down this pirate band. He had no connections, no influence, and no support of which to speak of. Only rumors and drunken rambling had given him any hints of the location of tonight's meeting, and even then he had gotten a lucky break.
After today though, all of that would change. Should this meeting go well, he would have the resources he so desperately needed to get his goals off the ground. He would have the manpower to face other rivals. He would have an income to begin funding the operations he needed. Starting today, things would change. At least, that was the plan until every pirate and smuggler across from him drew their blasters. In a split second the dynamic changed in the warehouse, and Emorin had only a moment for his eyes to widen before the first volley of blaster bolts came his way.
The Amalgam