Darth Ferus
Wanderer
The advantage of having friends in high places was clear when trying to unite two of them. You became the reason behind their meeting, the reason they work so well together. But at the same time, you are easily forgotten, which is a boon to some. On a nameless planet Darth Ferus stood inside a simple office meeting room. The building belonged to a local company, but they were no longer in business now that the Sith wanted their building for himself. Throughout, save for the clean room Ferus was in, dead bodies could be seen tossed this way and that, brutally killed.
He might have enjoyed it a bit too much.
But, that's not what mattered. He had called [member="Darth Carnifex"] and [member="Darth Lykos"] to introduce the two, and perhaps secure the Black Empire the elite group of Assassins he himself once lead. Around his shoulders his wurm clung with blood dripping out of it's horrid mouth. She had eaten well, and was currently resting. Now it was a matter of waiting for the rest to show.
He might have enjoyed it a bit too much.
But, that's not what mattered. He had called [member="Darth Carnifex"] and [member="Darth Lykos"] to introduce the two, and perhaps secure the Black Empire the elite group of Assassins he himself once lead. Around his shoulders his wurm clung with blood dripping out of it's horrid mouth. She had eaten well, and was currently resting. Now it was a matter of waiting for the rest to show.