The large figure walked through the crowd on Corusant. He was here on business Someone was paying a high price for a mans life. As he walked the man thought about the target. According to his sources, this man was pretty tough. He didn't care. He was Project X after all. A experiment gone wrong. A experiment that created a monster with enough power to crush anything. He was still young in the force, but in the ways of stealth, snipers, and killing he was a deadly machine. If anyone was a master of death, it was him.
He was wearing a modified hood. Instead of it being a robe it was only a cape and hood. It showed off his black chest armor. It emitted bright blue lines that ran all along his chest. It was his power source. He had no sleeves revealing his large machine arms. The arms also had the blue lights running though them. His hood was down. He was bald and had pale white skin. His eye color was strange as well. One eye was a normal red but his right eye was blue and had wires running though it. It was cybernetic.
He arrived at a small ally. He looked at the coordinates. It was correct. All he had to do was wait for the client to show up.
He was wearing a modified hood. Instead of it being a robe it was only a cape and hood. It showed off his black chest armor. It emitted bright blue lines that ran all along his chest. It was his power source. He had no sleeves revealing his large machine arms. The arms also had the blue lights running though them. His hood was down. He was bald and had pale white skin. His eye color was strange as well. One eye was a normal red but his right eye was blue and had wires running though it. It was cybernetic.
He arrived at a small ally. He looked at the coordinates. It was correct. All he had to do was wait for the client to show up.