Cryax Bane
Red-eyed Snake
The Chiss nodded, satisfied that he wasn't about to be one of the arbiters of a galactic weapon of mass destruction. At least he hoped not. If this was part of some kind of personal revenge scheme, well, who was he to judge? Cryax was full of his share of revenge fantasies with the people in his past who had wronged him, like The Collectors. The slicer had learned that this was a no-questions-asked kind of business so he reminded himself to only inquire about details that were pertinent to getting the job done.
He smirked, "Let's just say that I'm certainly glad I'm not in their shoes." He laughed nervously. He didn't really want to think too much about the results or any hurt he might cause, so he filed those thoughts away in the darker region of his brain. Right now, he just wanted to get his hands on the AI. To help develop a being like this, well, this would be a major feather in his cap, career-wise.
"Alright. I'm in." He matched the Zabrak's cunning smile as he made the decision to dance with the devil.
[member="Daxton Bane"]
He smirked, "Let's just say that I'm certainly glad I'm not in their shoes." He laughed nervously. He didn't really want to think too much about the results or any hurt he might cause, so he filed those thoughts away in the darker region of his brain. Right now, he just wanted to get his hands on the AI. To help develop a being like this, well, this would be a major feather in his cap, career-wise.
"Alright. I'm in." He matched the Zabrak's cunning smile as he made the decision to dance with the devil.
[member="Daxton Bane"]
