ELROOD BAZAAR, ELROOD, OUTER RIM
1017hrs local time
"A portrait sir?"
Nico turned, irritated by the disturbance. "Excuse me?" He was leaning against a pillar, taking in the size and scale of the bazaar and had little desire for small talk with the locals.
"A portrait?" the man repeated, gesturing to a rather impressive frontage off to the left. It seemed he belonged to something called the Professiona Artists Guild. "You have a fine look about you sir, we can immortalise it in the colors for you?".
Nico snorted, unconvinced. "You want to paint me?". He had no time for such fancies, but his ego could not completely reject the idea. "I doubt you could do it justice".
The man looked wounded. "Our Guild is most famous, sir" he said, in a sudden haughty tone "we can capture your likeness perfectly, however sharp it may be...".
Nico was about to respond but his comlink beeped inside his robes. His accomplice was close. "Another time perhaps" he said, striding away. Art could indeed be a means of aggrandising oneself. He would think on it some more.
The young Sith had not come to Elrood for a portrait, but ships, or at the very least access to them. His burgeoning plans on nearby Askaj would hopefully lead him to dominance over an entire world in the coming months. Such power would be limited without the ability to travel and defend his realm. Ships were a necessity and this bazaar may hold the key.
He made his way across the area and stood impatiently outside the Ganrite Yards. Prominent ship manufacturers out here in the Rim, they could be invaluable if convinced to supply ships to the Sith, and by extension Nico himself.
Once again, it pained him to call on other Sith for support, but he could not yet make big moves on his own. He only hoped she showed up soon and proved no trouble. He had a destiny to fulfill and she was already slowing him down.
@LadyRen