Aithne Charr
Heir of Fire
Solan looked at the Chronometer on his wrist and waited for the patrol he knew was coming, preparing the very act he had made ready. He sat at the end of an alley, stone in hand and his sabers hidden in his sleeves as he looked like a common homeless teen that was in ragged clothing and lived in nothing more than the gutter, but oh how this trick worked.
A dozen patrols had been eliminated in the past week and this would be number thirteen, lead by a Sith Too, this was going to be fun. He double checked the traps and cover down the alley while he was waiting, as well as the set up blinds and quick access points inwhich he would be able to disappear and reappear before vanishing once more. Quick and precise, like a scalpel.
[member="Seanna Vel"]
A dozen patrols had been eliminated in the past week and this would be number thirteen, lead by a Sith Too, this was going to be fun. He double checked the traps and cover down the alley while he was waiting, as well as the set up blinds and quick access points inwhich he would be able to disappear and reappear before vanishing once more. Quick and precise, like a scalpel.
[member="Seanna Vel"]