Ready to head out from the desert planet.

He had left the bar in the desert planets most infamous city and headed to the outskirts of Tatooine to where he left his newly obtained ship. This planet bored him now; it was much too hot and bright for him anyways and the sand was a pain in the ass in his opinion. It was now time to find the new Lord of the Sith he had heard about to hopefully regain his status among the Sith. There were enough Jedi again that he would be able to test his skill as an assassin again. He would just have to take it a bit easy this time and not turn on the Sith again, like last time.

He had no publicly known face so what is the point of a name for people to call him by? His body is thin but toned mussel lies under his skin which is ash gray in color with dark silver veins visible from beneath and large patches of metallic fiber cybernetics visible all over at least half of his body, except for his face. His face is a bit bony and narrow with thin lips yet he is handsome in its own manner, his eyes solid black with red dot pupils. His hair is strait and falls just over his eyes and consists of mostly white strands with locks of silver and black. His clothes consist of a pair black tightly woven cloth pants held up with a black leather belt holding his personal effects, a black leather vest over a black skin tight long-sleeved shirt, thin black leather gloves that go past his wrists and hug his slender fingers . However, his entire appearance is fully clad under a heavy black cloth cloak with its hood up hiding most of his face in shadow.

In his right hand is a staff made of a black polished metal, and is six and a half feet long. Running up and down it are half centimeter, randomly curved ridges making it easy for him to grip in his gloved hands. Midway up the staff there is a small silver switch hidden in-between the grooves and at the top edge of the staff is a small one foot gap which is barely noticeable. Though the staff is very heavy, the metal being extremely dense, he carries it as if it were a feather in his hand as he moves.

When his ship came into view he saw that some children were playing around it and running around. He did leave it in the middle of the desert without any guard so it really didn’t bother him. Besides it did not seem like anyone had touched it besides the children. Ah children, the one thing he hated killing, but if the job requires it then it is not a true obstacle for him, and it hadn’t been in the past. In all honesty he enjoyed the innocent company of children. In his past he would often sit down in small towns before a job and sing old songs and tell stories to the children who were brave enough to come close enough to listen.

He continued towards his ship, the former Imperial crafted VT-49 Decimator.

Reaching his ship most of the children ran away at the sight of the assassin. He shooed away the other kids that were brave enough to stay and then boarded his ship. He spoke out to the droid pilot in a low demanding hiss.

"Take off at once. And fly around at your leisure I have to do something."

Without responding the engines of the ship began running and the ship quickly took flight and headed out into space. Mean while the assassin sat down on a large cushioned bench, crossed his legs, placed his staff next to him, closed his eyes and with a deep breath of calming, placed his hands on his knees. It was now time to find this new lord he had heard so little about.

((Post Closed))