Haytham Kaze
Judge, Judgury, Judgecutioner
Vanitas's shuttle descended towards Coruscant's Dark Temple. His fingers travelled over a console in the cockpit to relay his access code, followed by a verification code. Codes that were given to him by the One Sith. He was after all one of the members of it's powerbase. Unfortunately, perhaps. Though working in the One Sith was simple enough. He didn't have too many responsibilities to do as of yet. He was no Sith Lord, or Dark Lord of the Sith, so he figured that was one reason why.
Not to mention the fact that he was relatively unknown in the ranks of the One Sith. Fighting in one battle clearly wasn't enough to get you the respect that you required to complete your galactic level plans.
It wasn't often that he went to the Dark Temple on Coruscant, but something had called his attention away from the Triumvirate's HQ on Ruusan. Not that anyone in the One Sith knew he had ties to them, considering the constant wipes of the navigation system, ship's recordings, and the multiple jumps to throw off anyone tailing him before he made off to whatever Triumvirate business he had.
His ship landed.
Heavy boots carried him out of the ship as his powerful form strode towards the entrance of the Dark Temple.
The Sith Knight climbed the steps with a powerful and confident stride. The shuttle he had taken flew off. His a-few-sizes-too-big black robe was thrown over his shoulders, a light wind kicking it up behind him as he as it showed for a brief moment the armour that he wore underneath it, before it died down and it concealed again. It glinted in the dim light offered from the outside world. It was gloaming outside, yet it was still bright. The planet of Coruscant didn't go to sleep, everyone with a brain knew that.
But that wasn't important, why was he at the Dark Temple? Well, that was simple. He wanted to kill someone. The humanoid Nikias specifically. But Darth Vanitas knew he had friends, numerous friends. For that reason, Haytham, no, Vanitas knew he needed to find himself an Apprentice to train, to fashion into his own weapon.
His sense in the Force washed over the interior of the Dark Temple as he strode inside, that powerful body concealed by the robes he bore.
[member="Izevel Zambrano"]
Not to mention the fact that he was relatively unknown in the ranks of the One Sith. Fighting in one battle clearly wasn't enough to get you the respect that you required to complete your galactic level plans.
It wasn't often that he went to the Dark Temple on Coruscant, but something had called his attention away from the Triumvirate's HQ on Ruusan. Not that anyone in the One Sith knew he had ties to them, considering the constant wipes of the navigation system, ship's recordings, and the multiple jumps to throw off anyone tailing him before he made off to whatever Triumvirate business he had.
His ship landed.
Heavy boots carried him out of the ship as his powerful form strode towards the entrance of the Dark Temple.
The Sith Knight climbed the steps with a powerful and confident stride. The shuttle he had taken flew off. His a-few-sizes-too-big black robe was thrown over his shoulders, a light wind kicking it up behind him as he as it showed for a brief moment the armour that he wore underneath it, before it died down and it concealed again. It glinted in the dim light offered from the outside world. It was gloaming outside, yet it was still bright. The planet of Coruscant didn't go to sleep, everyone with a brain knew that.
But that wasn't important, why was he at the Dark Temple? Well, that was simple. He wanted to kill someone. The humanoid Nikias specifically. But Darth Vanitas knew he had friends, numerous friends. For that reason, Haytham, no, Vanitas knew he needed to find himself an Apprentice to train, to fashion into his own weapon.
His sense in the Force washed over the interior of the Dark Temple as he strode inside, that powerful body concealed by the robes he bore.
[member="Izevel Zambrano"]