Lieutenant of Kor’ethyr Military Academy
Outfit:
Belt of Strength, Field Com-Scan Link,
Weal & Woe
Black, Nondescript Robes & Well Worn Boots
Shadow Mask
Objective: Kill Kyraj
A hulking, horned shadow loomed on the edge of neon lights cast by bright signage. Naamino Zuukamano had found the nightclub he was looking for, following a tip that the proprietor would indeed be there after closing— something to do with closing out the books on a particular day of the week.
It was so late that even the busy streets of Nar Shadda has begun to slow somewhat, though the Smuggler's Moon never truly slept. On the back end of evening, creeping toward the promise of dawn, the zabrak marched toward the building where he intended to carry out the orders of
Elmindra Xitaar
.The startled cry of a cook who'd been taking the trash out of a side door was quickly silenced, and the Sith apprentice marched onward. A second closing staffer cowered in the walk-in and the masked man paid them no mind.
Leaving the kitchen, Naami rounded a corner and his gaze swept the nightclub— it was quiet and only a few lights yet remained. His mask allowed him to cut through the darkness and soon he spotted the route to the manager's office. The zabrak stalked forward, Weal grasped tightly in his right hand, second saber not yet retrieved.