Location: DROMUND VATSU
Status: Pissed off.
Jak Sandrow- Formorta- B1-A-90
After a brief stop off the crew of her vessel that had escaped found themselves on Dromund Vatsu. She was down to about three followers and a few odd mercs and treasure hunters. Dromund Vatsu was wicked world of mountian, swamp and sea. It was also the world where her contact had given her bad information.
She was here for one reason only, to hunt him down.
And as luck would have it, today was a unique event. The High Warlord of Dromund Vatsu was holding a ball. After a collapse of the planets hierarchy, the warlord had seized contol, outfitting his troopers in old Imperial tech. As she stepped off the ramp towards the yawning palace, of black angular edges, lightning struck.
The walkway into the ball was lined with guards clad in Stormtrooper armor of old variants. Up farther ahead at the doors flanked two Gamorrean guards. Further in was the ballroom, wide an cavernous, with banners of black and red. A hearth that burned furiously and dance floor ringed with chairs and bars.
Even further in, on the second level up heavily guarded stairs was the Warlords court room. Where her contact would surely be licking his boots on an evening such as this.
She grinned, moving towards the doors, half melted Katana sheathed at her back and pistols at her side. The force pike she carried was also strapped to her back, forming an X.
"We are here for one reason only. To punish for the loss of my ship and my crew. follow my lead."
Valeria halted, producing her identichip and papers.
"Here to see Dressel."
Edited by Valeria Skyrender, 14 October 2017 - 02:58 PM.