Ξεχασμένος
Malachor V
Sitting on the bridge of the Heaven's Bane, he waited. Fingers tapped against each other, eyes closed as he meditated. Every once in a while, an opportunity given to him by a close friend would present itself. This was one of those times. Apparently, [member="Miss Blonde"] and the Syndicate had a problem with Sith, a big one. A problem so big, she wanted his target dead. She didn't care how, just wanted it done. There was a small pinprick of quilt in him, the good side trying to say this wasn't right. She's like twelve, and a female. Scoffing to himself, he decided to do a little research on such said "Little Girl".
She was actually sixteen, considered dangerous armed, unpredictable and slightly senile. Perfect. Looking up from the data pad, he searched the stars surrounding him. Word was she was currently en route to this planet. But he preferred to find out for himself, so there he sat.
[member="Serenity Loveheart"]