Talak was growing a bit tired of Nar Shaddaa. What had at first been an interesting world had come to reek in his mind of the evils that he hated. Cruelty and slavery and the corruption of these... syndicates. It was abhorrent. Add to that that he had to constantly be on guard here and look over his shoulder ever since the bounty had been placed on his head, and things got worse. At this point, though, most didn't know who he was on sight... yet. Moreover, it was far more important to him to clear his name with the Eternal than to worry about how many people on this world would want to kill him.
He was dressed once again in his Arcanist disguise with a satchel of magnetic detonators. He was determined to make sure that everyone on this world knew this mask by the time he was finished. The man he was here to work with... wasn't someone he trusted, and that had him on edge, too. It had been a quick, word-of-mouth suggestion to take the man, but it wasn't clear that he knew a great deal about the Sith Eternal proper. Talak had passed information back through the grapevine, that wearing all-black, edgy clothes wasn't the goal tonight. Something lighter and more... robe-like would do better. With a helmet or mask of course.
The target was a smuggling port. With so many unknowns on board, he wasn't interested in trying to free slaves tonight. This was about sending a message and surviving long enough to do so. The Arcanist would become a name that everyone in Hutt Space would know was responsible for the attacks on Durr's son and assets. A Jedi-backed warrior. What could go wrong? he asked himself. @Logan
He was dressed once again in his Arcanist disguise with a satchel of magnetic detonators. He was determined to make sure that everyone on this world knew this mask by the time he was finished. The man he was here to work with... wasn't someone he trusted, and that had him on edge, too. It had been a quick, word-of-mouth suggestion to take the man, but it wasn't clear that he knew a great deal about the Sith Eternal proper. Talak had passed information back through the grapevine, that wearing all-black, edgy clothes wasn't the goal tonight. Something lighter and more... robe-like would do better. With a helmet or mask of course.
The target was a smuggling port. With so many unknowns on board, he wasn't interested in trying to free slaves tonight. This was about sending a message and surviving long enough to do so. The Arcanist would become a name that everyone in Hutt Space would know was responsible for the attacks on Durr's son and assets. A Jedi-backed warrior. What could go wrong? he asked himself. @Logan