Myr Khandros kneeled on the corner of a tall apartment building on Nar Shaddaa. He peered across the chasm that led down to the buzzing traffic of the airlanes and the crowded streets far below. Across the way was his target, the apartment of a wealthy black market dealer of antiquities and art. He had tracked down a possible lead that this man was in the possession of an old Jedi lightsaber. Myr didn't particularly care about the lightsaber itself, he already had one of his own. He was however interested in the kyber crystal that the lightsaber likely possessed.
Dressed for subterfuge, Myr had taken the guise of an errant darksider. a simple black bodysuit and a helmet mask that concealed his identity. He had little in the way of weaponry, only his lightsaber hidden at the small of his back, a vibrospear in his hands, and his power in the darkside, but that was all he really needed. A vibroblade sheathed on his hip served as backup, or as a primary weapon depending on whether or not the situation allowed for a lightsaber.
Scanning the antiquities dealer's apartment for entrances, Myr spotted a few windows, a fire escape, and a balcony with doors leading inside. The apartment was dark, unoccupied. Myr had waited for an opportune moment to pull off his little burglary, not wishing to just bust in and take the object of his desire by force. There was no need for such theatrics, and he had no real reason to hurt the man just because he had something that Myr wanted.
@Dread
Dressed for subterfuge, Myr had taken the guise of an errant darksider. a simple black bodysuit and a helmet mask that concealed his identity. He had little in the way of weaponry, only his lightsaber hidden at the small of his back, a vibrospear in his hands, and his power in the darkside, but that was all he really needed. A vibroblade sheathed on his hip served as backup, or as a primary weapon depending on whether or not the situation allowed for a lightsaber.
Scanning the antiquities dealer's apartment for entrances, Myr spotted a few windows, a fire escape, and a balcony with doors leading inside. The apartment was dark, unoccupied. Myr had waited for an opportune moment to pull off his little burglary, not wishing to just bust in and take the object of his desire by force. There was no need for such theatrics, and he had no real reason to hurt the man just because he had something that Myr wanted.
@Dread
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