Pirate Prince
Sith Remnant Space Station
Parlomian Trade Route, near Ossus
Nimdok may have been in hiding, but that didn’t mean he had stopped being a Silver Shadow. When the opportunity to cleanse a Sith space station of the Dark Side presented itself, he readily accepted the mission.
The plan sounded simple; he, his Padawan Aayla Shan, and another Shadow, Vaslav Florescu, would board the space station, posing as smugglers bringing much needed supplies to the Sith still running the place. Once they had gotten there, they would cut their way to the reactor, set up some explosives, and get the hell out before it blew. Simple, but not necessarily easy—though one could hope.
Nimdok leaned back in his chair, looking out at the station as their freighter approached it. He could hear Vaslav communicating with the station command center from the cockpit, exchanging greetings and docking codes, but he wasn’t sure where Aayla was...
Parlomian Trade Route, near Ossus
Nimdok may have been in hiding, but that didn’t mean he had stopped being a Silver Shadow. When the opportunity to cleanse a Sith space station of the Dark Side presented itself, he readily accepted the mission.
The plan sounded simple; he, his Padawan Aayla Shan, and another Shadow, Vaslav Florescu, would board the space station, posing as smugglers bringing much needed supplies to the Sith still running the place. Once they had gotten there, they would cut their way to the reactor, set up some explosives, and get the hell out before it blew. Simple, but not necessarily easy—though one could hope.
Nimdok leaned back in his chair, looking out at the station as their freighter approached it. He could hear Vaslav communicating with the station command center from the cockpit, exchanging greetings and docking codes, but he wasn’t sure where Aayla was...
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