it was silent. no noise, just calm peace. a bliss ran over sciiths body. softly exhaling, he began to let reality leak back into him. the noise of the city slowly reassembled itself. speeders rumbling nearby, the conversations of patrons walking by, socializing about whatever they interested, a man whispering in another ear about affairs not for the minds of authorities. He felt the stone ground under his feet, the rumbling of industry through the durasteel walls. Sciith took another deep breath through his nose. he smelt the baker nearby, the perfume of the women who walked by, the cologne of men who chased after them. The smoke of cigars and tobacco, the rusting carcass of old speeders, everything. Finally, he opened his eyes, the least important sense, it is misleading, and only serves to discourage a mans spirit.
There was only one reason to be here. He hated everything about the vanity filled streets of the city. He had followed this man for a few weeks, and he was going to make his mark on his life. Sciith didnt care what the man did, all he knew was the mando's didnt care for him, and wanted a good sum of money for his head. blending in with a croud, sciith tailed his opponent into an ally. a smart move, Sciith would never confront his job front and forward, it left room for mistakes, and injury. the operation needed to be done clean with no injury.
sciith needed to draw the man out. what other way to do so without a pretty woman. Sciith put credits in the hand of a scamply dressed woman in the street, and she began to try and court Sciiths job out. [member="Graad Fenri"]
