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Dathomir, 1829 local time
This was, perhaps, a favor as well. Milo had gotten the bounty removed off Victress, and he supposed she might be feeling indebted to him. If that was the case, he was perfectly fine with giving her the opportunity to pay off the debt. Besides, there were not many powerful alchemists among the ranks of the Sith nowadays, and she was likely the only person that could get him what he was seeking—a set of dark armor, rumored to be imbued with the Force to provide a weightless effect. It was a small upgrade to something he wore and used daily, so Milo was eager to get it.
Their shuttle had left from the hangar of the Violator, which awaited in orbit with its engines revved up just in case something were to go wrong. Commander Varo was in charge of the frigate in Milo's absence, but he trusted the man. It was good to have a capital ship watching them, though the Crusader had also brought it out to show the Dark Councilor that he was no simple foot-soldier. Milo was devoted to the cause and powerful enough to have the ear of the Emperor. It was a symbol of status as much as it was a weapon.
As their craft slowly hovered to a stop in a clearing, he turned away from the window and cracked his knuckles, stretching before they ventured out. "Ship has landed," the pilot's voice droned in his ear. "You are free to exit." Milo walked out, Victress at his side. An unlikely duo, to say the least.
"What's that Jedi saying? 'May the Force be with us'?" he asked as they stepped out onto the pink-hued grass. "It very well may, I suppose."
@Faded Truth
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