Valik
Professor of Alchemy
Not long ago the planet of Druckenwell was bombarded by shipyards, crashing down in a scorched earth maneuver that had left billions without homes, jobs, or companies. In an effort to help the Sword of the Jedi, as the woman proclaimed herself, put herself out in an auction to give a training lesson and a date to whoever won. The victor was a young man named Keith Borris. A quick holonet search on the man would reveal he was wanted by the One Sith, for desertion and theft of government resources. A quick look-over in the Force would find a lowly apprentice, with a darker tint to him, but nowhere near the engulfing darkness that a Sith Lord would be expected to have. One could even say that he wasn't far gone. Art of the Small was quite beautiful in that fashion. A lightsaber on his hip would reveal a red tint upon igniting, and a recent construction by a psychometrist. His clothes similarly would be noted to have been purchased recently, all by the face one would expect them to have.
He hoped not have to have to deal with psychometry or holonet searches, but Valik was thorough when establishing new identities, especially when meeting with one so important. In any case, he was here, on Corellia, about to ring on the doorbell of presumably the Sword of the Jedi. It was finally time, time for Valik, or Keith rather, to be on his guard. After all, one could never be too careful
Ding-dong.
[member="Aaralyn Rekali"]
He hoped not have to have to deal with psychometry or holonet searches, but Valik was thorough when establishing new identities, especially when meeting with one so important. In any case, he was here, on Corellia, about to ring on the doorbell of presumably the Sword of the Jedi. It was finally time, time for Valik, or Keith rather, to be on his guard. After all, one could never be too careful
Ding-dong.
[member="Aaralyn Rekali"]