The space station Morgan had just finished landing on was just the same as he remembered. Security was a little tighter but as usual the young Sith had the proper kinds of codes and phrases to get in. He was allowed to be there after all, he should.
He stepped off the Karma Chameleon, black boots clanking softly against the metal exit ramp. He'd gone for simple trousers tucked into boots, leather utility belt with a small Sith insignia, and a simple black long-sleeve form fit shirt. The small electrum studs in each ear might garner some small attention, but he also wasn't trying to blend in completely. Even if he wasn't trained on this particular station he certainly walked like he was, straight-backed and self assured in military fashion and offering a respectful nod to those in charge that he passed.
It'd be no surprise to anyone that he wasn't here for the sights. It was practically a training facility, not much to see for most. Morgan was on the station to meet up with another Sith to brief and prepare for a particular task of theirs. A difficult one, but potentially quite profitable. One that required patience and a cool head. That did unfortunately narrow down the potential candidates among the Sith quite a bit, but it seemed the other one and Morgan himself had something of a 'mutual friend' so to speak. All the better to get the work done.
Morgan turned the corner down a hallway, then into an open set of double doors that led to a small briefing room with an active holoprojector in the center. His boot heals clacked sharpish as he slid smoothly into attention and offered a short bow to the taskmaster arranging things for the mission at hand. An older format for the gesture, but he wasn't trained here and it worked well enough.
"Morgan Ali reporting. Sir."
He stepped off the Karma Chameleon, black boots clanking softly against the metal exit ramp. He'd gone for simple trousers tucked into boots, leather utility belt with a small Sith insignia, and a simple black long-sleeve form fit shirt. The small electrum studs in each ear might garner some small attention, but he also wasn't trying to blend in completely. Even if he wasn't trained on this particular station he certainly walked like he was, straight-backed and self assured in military fashion and offering a respectful nod to those in charge that he passed.
It'd be no surprise to anyone that he wasn't here for the sights. It was practically a training facility, not much to see for most. Morgan was on the station to meet up with another Sith to brief and prepare for a particular task of theirs. A difficult one, but potentially quite profitable. One that required patience and a cool head. That did unfortunately narrow down the potential candidates among the Sith quite a bit, but it seemed the other one and Morgan himself had something of a 'mutual friend' so to speak. All the better to get the work done.
Morgan turned the corner down a hallway, then into an open set of double doors that led to a small briefing room with an active holoprojector in the center. His boot heals clacked sharpish as he slid smoothly into attention and offered a short bow to the taskmaster arranging things for the mission at hand. An older format for the gesture, but he wasn't trained here and it worked well enough.
"Morgan Ali reporting. Sir."
@Sreeya