Jacen Cavill
I Am Death
@[member="Valik"],
I won't bore you on ceremony, our former mission, or even call a favor. This is simply a request for your presence on Annaj for a business deal. I recently acquired a few things of note, and one in particular requires a man with your skills. The coordinates for my landing site have been sent, and I'd prefer if you come alone.
Jacen
All of the artifacts he had won had been collected, and closely examined upon retrieving them after receiving the coordinates. Inside each container he had left a code that would need the cipher to crack, and that had to be procured by contacting him to receive any payments for the relics he now possessed. With his fail safes in place, he had inspected his winnings. The Mirari bodyguard droid that followed him under his different alias had taken the bag of holocrons and the mask back to Coruscant for safe keeping in his vault. While the most intriguing of the items that he could use at this moment was en route to storage, he couldn't help but marvel at the things he now had.
Dressed in some simple grey robes he wore the new gauntlet he had won that had been made by Darth Moridin himself. The alchemized creation wasn't lightsaber resistant, but it did pack quite the punch. Not only could fire the random charged blast without exhausting his reserves, he had a building block for the rest of the armor he sought before going back to the Empire and taking what he desired most: the throne. His single lightsaber sat clipped to his belt, and he stood outside the Sion taking a view of the planet awaiting Valik.
Jacen wanted to discuss what he had seen on Elco Kresh's wrist, the military strategy would do for those nights he didn't have a meeting.
I won't bore you on ceremony, our former mission, or even call a favor. This is simply a request for your presence on Annaj for a business deal. I recently acquired a few things of note, and one in particular requires a man with your skills. The coordinates for my landing site have been sent, and I'd prefer if you come alone.
Jacen
All of the artifacts he had won had been collected, and closely examined upon retrieving them after receiving the coordinates. Inside each container he had left a code that would need the cipher to crack, and that had to be procured by contacting him to receive any payments for the relics he now possessed. With his fail safes in place, he had inspected his winnings. The Mirari bodyguard droid that followed him under his different alias had taken the bag of holocrons and the mask back to Coruscant for safe keeping in his vault. While the most intriguing of the items that he could use at this moment was en route to storage, he couldn't help but marvel at the things he now had.
Dressed in some simple grey robes he wore the new gauntlet he had won that had been made by Darth Moridin himself. The alchemized creation wasn't lightsaber resistant, but it did pack quite the punch. Not only could fire the random charged blast without exhausting his reserves, he had a building block for the rest of the armor he sought before going back to the Empire and taking what he desired most: the throne. His single lightsaber sat clipped to his belt, and he stood outside the Sion taking a view of the planet awaiting Valik.
Jacen wanted to discuss what he had seen on Elco Kresh's wrist, the military strategy would do for those nights he didn't have a meeting.