Gherron Dragovalor
Space dad
Coruscant undercity, Coruscant
On a darkened night on Coruscant, the streets are never quiet. Running along the rooftops was a young man clothed in grey, almost invisible in the darkness. His name was Gherron, or in this case, the Pale Spirit. Following behind him was his partner, Regor. The two had had some trouble getting along, mostly Gherron himself not liking the idea of a partner, but in times like this he was glad he had someone to watch his back. Stopping at the edge of the building, he took a knee and pulled out his binoculars. In the building facing opposite of them lay their target. The man was in the slave trade, and needed to be taken care of. Of course, they would turn him in to the proper authorities, but first came capture. Touching his two fingers to the piece in his ear, he sent out a message to base. "Pale Spirit to Raiders, we've located the target. Awaiting further orders and info."
@[member="Regor Laxvan"] @[member="Zack Varad"]
On a darkened night on Coruscant, the streets are never quiet. Running along the rooftops was a young man clothed in grey, almost invisible in the darkness. His name was Gherron, or in this case, the Pale Spirit. Following behind him was his partner, Regor. The two had had some trouble getting along, mostly Gherron himself not liking the idea of a partner, but in times like this he was glad he had someone to watch his back. Stopping at the edge of the building, he took a knee and pulled out his binoculars. In the building facing opposite of them lay their target. The man was in the slave trade, and needed to be taken care of. Of course, they would turn him in to the proper authorities, but first came capture. Touching his two fingers to the piece in his ear, he sent out a message to base. "Pale Spirit to Raiders, we've located the target. Awaiting further orders and info."
@[member="Regor Laxvan"] @[member="Zack Varad"]