Naboo was a world filled to the brim with wealth, tourism, and the spices of life that most people in the galaxy could dream of. It was by all accounts a paradise world, a planet where hardly anyone suffered and most never knew the sting of war or battle. By all accounts Naboo was peaceful, its chief export being wine and its sheer wealth, and its greatest imports being massive amounts of processed foods that the rich royals so enjoyed.
In one of the many containers of processed and synthetic foods within one of the massive Hangars of the capital city of Theed sat a person. This person seemed none to pleased by being in the contained, his body being squished between thick boxes and a heavy metal wall. The person of course was an assassin. An alien an assassin dressed in light black robes with head tails and montrals wrapped to keep their shine from drawing attention. The Assassin was a Sith known as Vash, a man gifted in the arts of murder.
Vash sat within the container for some hours after its arrival, patiently waiting for his chrono to tick to night time. When the peak of night finally arrived upon the City of Theed Vash made his move.
With a simple trick of the force Vash unlocked the door of the cargo container from the inside out, nudging the lock out of place and forcing open the large door with a hushed squeak. The Togruta stepped out from his hiding place, already cloaked in the shadows of the night. Slowly and with great care he closed the door behind him, moving swiftly and silently. At a sprint he took off towards the hangar's main wall, hugging it closely one he arrived. With carefully measured steps Vash began to hurry towards the hangars exit.
He moved swiftly, like a man with purpose. After all he had an Exarch to kill.
In one of the many containers of processed and synthetic foods within one of the massive Hangars of the capital city of Theed sat a person. This person seemed none to pleased by being in the contained, his body being squished between thick boxes and a heavy metal wall. The person of course was an assassin. An alien an assassin dressed in light black robes with head tails and montrals wrapped to keep their shine from drawing attention. The Assassin was a Sith known as Vash, a man gifted in the arts of murder.
Vash sat within the container for some hours after its arrival, patiently waiting for his chrono to tick to night time. When the peak of night finally arrived upon the City of Theed Vash made his move.
With a simple trick of the force Vash unlocked the door of the cargo container from the inside out, nudging the lock out of place and forcing open the large door with a hushed squeak. The Togruta stepped out from his hiding place, already cloaked in the shadows of the night. Slowly and with great care he closed the door behind him, moving swiftly and silently. At a sprint he took off towards the hangar's main wall, hugging it closely one he arrived. With carefully measured steps Vash began to hurry towards the hangars exit.
He moved swiftly, like a man with purpose. After all he had an Exarch to kill.