Private There Can Only Be One

[Naamino Zuukamano]

Outfit:
Belt of Strength, Field Com-Scan Link,
Weal & Woe
Black, Nondescript Robes & Well Worn Boots
Shadow Mask

Objective: Kill Kyraj

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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.

 

[Kyraj]

Kyraj loomed in the corner of the office as the manager counted and recounted the credit totals for the last month. The white haired man was shorter and the way he loomed seemed impressive given that fact. It was almost supernatural how his shadow seemed to fill the room. It was in fact an ability he picked up studying sith sorcery. He swelled his aura out into the room making his displeasure, his rage, almost tangible. A study of the books from his various businesses recently had revealed certain discrepancies. Particularly at his Nar Shadaa properties. The man sweating furiously at the desk before him was the one entrusted with supervising said properties and Kyraj held him personally accountable.

The man sputtered "I don't understand. Sir I'm sorry I don't know how I could have missed this." He turned to look at his employer, mistakenly making eye contact before the wrathful gaze sent him back to his work. "I'll find the money I swear." Kyraj uncrossed his arms, letting them fall to his sides as violet lightning crackled between his fingers and then spread across his body arcing to the walls and the chair the man sat in. The brief jolt and loud cracking of the lightning sent him shooting upright before turning to cower before the man in the corner. "Sit down." "The command carried a supernatural weight to it and the manager almost toppled the chair in his haste to obey. "How far back does it go?" The man doing the accounting sputtered again. "I don't know. I need a few moments." He frantically scrolled through the ledgers on the datapads before him. "Do hurry. I hate having my time wasted almost as much as I hate being stolen from."

Naamino Zuukamano ​

 

[Naamino Zuukamano]

"Rich, coming from you," came a rumbling remark at the doorway.

A very different and distinct shadow loomed there, Naami having heard the tail end of Kyraj's threats to the bookkeeper.

"You, that has stolen time and resource from your own Master."

With that telltale snap-hisss the zabrak was suddenly under lit with the purple light of Weal. The young man took an aggressive ready stance and growled out his purpose there. Clearly filled with the righteous anger instill in him for this very purpose.

" Elmindra Xitaar tires of your defiance, and I will take my place as her rightful apprentice."

 

[Kyraj]

"Her apprentice? Her tool. Her toy. She saved me from slavery to make me a slave. THAT is what you aspire to." As his voice trails off Kyraj thrusts his hands downward and a crashing wave of force and lightning emanates from him, pushing outwards and filling the room, thrusting the zabrak from the doorway. He strides toward the door. "Is she so jealous of her teachings she sent you to die for her vanity?"

Naamino Zuukamano ​