Resident President Meme
On occasion, drawing out a target from safety meant forcing its hand, and one should never waste an opportune moment.
That was the philosophy Aaron Blidre had been taught, the truth that had been beaten into him time and again. One could not always expect their target to be ready and willing to leave their safe hiding hole. So while the real Darlyn Excron slept soundly in his self imposed isolation on Commenor, Aaron had made his way to Zeltros. There was a woman here, a Twi'lek, that he had befriended in his time training. She would do a fine, serviceable job to force Darlyn out of his secure palace. Not to mention, if he killed her or not was irrelevant, he would be forced out eventually.
It was rather paltry an effort to acquire not only convincing, but near perfect ID credentials to pose as his predecessor. Being a clone had the occasional upsides, it certainly helped to visit 'family' without seeming out of place. The young man followed his instructions, finding his way to the monarch
Stardust Solus Skirae
's home and presented his credentials and cover story. It wasn't an unbelievable one, 'Darlyn' wished to visit his friend and occasional teacher to catch up after so long at home. He came this way simply to draw less attention to himself given recent events that transpired with him personally, one of the matters he wished to discuss with her in person. The ruse worked well enough, complimented by the fact that Aaron's darker robes were certainly worlds apart from how Darlyn presented himself.
They quickly sent word to alert the woman, and bring him to a suitable place to meet. Aaron may not show it to the foolish guards, but he was quivering in anticipation ever so slightly, piercingly yellow eyes focused straight ahead as he savored the anticipation..
That was the philosophy Aaron Blidre had been taught, the truth that had been beaten into him time and again. One could not always expect their target to be ready and willing to leave their safe hiding hole. So while the real Darlyn Excron slept soundly in his self imposed isolation on Commenor, Aaron had made his way to Zeltros. There was a woman here, a Twi'lek, that he had befriended in his time training. She would do a fine, serviceable job to force Darlyn out of his secure palace. Not to mention, if he killed her or not was irrelevant, he would be forced out eventually.
It was rather paltry an effort to acquire not only convincing, but near perfect ID credentials to pose as his predecessor. Being a clone had the occasional upsides, it certainly helped to visit 'family' without seeming out of place. The young man followed his instructions, finding his way to the monarch
Stardust Solus Skirae
's home and presented his credentials and cover story. It wasn't an unbelievable one, 'Darlyn' wished to visit his friend and occasional teacher to catch up after so long at home. He came this way simply to draw less attention to himself given recent events that transpired with him personally, one of the matters he wished to discuss with her in person. The ruse worked well enough, complimented by the fact that Aaron's darker robes were certainly worlds apart from how Darlyn presented himself.They quickly sent word to alert the woman, and bring him to a suitable place to meet. Aaron may not show it to the foolish guards, but he was quivering in anticipation ever so slightly, piercingly yellow eyes focused straight ahead as he savored the anticipation..
