Valkyrie stood within the rafters of a large high ceiling room on some orbital station over some useless Lords of the Fringe world. Her listless eyes and face were covered by her helmet, her body by an iron-skin body suit and several plates of soft armor. On her thigh was located a section of pockets and containers, holding blades and her lightsabers. Over that, magnetically clasped was her stun gun, the weapon she would use to finish her target.
Her body language spoke of cold and relaxed fury, like a Kath Hound waiting to pounce on its next meal. Within the rafters nobody noticed her, it was surprising how little people actually looked up.
She had come here for a simple reason, a man named Valik. A Sith Lord of some repute, one somewhat known for making Powerful Sith Artifacts, or so she had learned upon asking a few subtle questions. Valkyrie had first seen the man on O'reen, and it was there that he had caught her attention. After that battle she had begun her hunt, she had used her considerable skills in tracking and psychometry to back trace his path through several Fringe Worlds, something that had taken weeks.
Why had she come for him? That was simple to her mind. She had seen how the so called Lords of the Fringe had acted, how the Sith Had acted, how they sauntered and swaggered about. How they looked as though they controlled the galaxy. They considered this world and others their playgrounds, and anyone else in the playground was merely their toy. They walked this galaxy holding no fears, feeling no terror.
Valkyrie would change that.
Now however she stood poised to strike, having received reliable word of sightings of the man on this orbital. The Force prodded at her slightly, as if pushing her to get ready.
Valik was coming, and she would ensnare him.
She would teach him fear.
@[member="Valik"]
Her body language spoke of cold and relaxed fury, like a Kath Hound waiting to pounce on its next meal. Within the rafters nobody noticed her, it was surprising how little people actually looked up.
She had come here for a simple reason, a man named Valik. A Sith Lord of some repute, one somewhat known for making Powerful Sith Artifacts, or so she had learned upon asking a few subtle questions. Valkyrie had first seen the man on O'reen, and it was there that he had caught her attention. After that battle she had begun her hunt, she had used her considerable skills in tracking and psychometry to back trace his path through several Fringe Worlds, something that had taken weeks.
Why had she come for him? That was simple to her mind. She had seen how the so called Lords of the Fringe had acted, how the Sith Had acted, how they sauntered and swaggered about. How they looked as though they controlled the galaxy. They considered this world and others their playgrounds, and anyone else in the playground was merely their toy. They walked this galaxy holding no fears, feeling no terror.
Valkyrie would change that.
Now however she stood poised to strike, having received reliable word of sightings of the man on this orbital. The Force prodded at her slightly, as if pushing her to get ready.
Valik was coming, and she would ensnare him.
She would teach him fear.
@[member="Valik"]