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While open, given the nature of secrecy surrounding the Black Hand, this thread is only open to those with knowledge of its location and those affiliated with the organization
ABAFAR
BLACK HAND BASE
He leaped out of the cockpit, dressed in his shadowguard armor, insignia hidden by what appeared as an elegant maroon sash which wrapped the contours of his right shoulder. It bore the emblem of a hand, ensnared with an array of deathly skulls. His unique blaster carbine, the Devastator, was hoisted over his back as he slowly made his way from the hangar and into the tunnels that lined through social areas as well as independent living quarters. He was unhelmeted at this time; he realized that many of his fellow assassins kept their identities hidden amongst themselves even, though he never felt the need to do so, only from those unaffiliated with the organization. He was the galaxy's only Shadowguard, though no one in the imperial army or those he had encountered during his travels knew of his secret designation.
Arguably, the only persons in the galaxy who know of him, were those he'd likely encounter this evening. Entering into the main hall, he advanced towards the dining areas and stopped while at the bar. Claiming a seat for himself, he asked the service droid to bring a glass of his favored: High shelf Vodka on the rocks. Hands curled around the lemon slice as he squeezed it atop the liquor before turning to look at the view from the wide spread window panes. Eyes soaked on the dense moonlight of Abafar, watching as it glistened and gave guidance to the night.
@Exhilian
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