The Hunter in Exile
Zeltros
Slavers. The absolute scum of the galaxy. In his view, they were no better than the Sith that had taken away his entire life up until now. Taking people, making them do their bidding, treating them like tools, property... How different were they from the Sith who brainwashed him, who turned him into a monster? Who were willing to cast him aside time and time again like a toy? Who arranged for him to die the moment he thought he was free, and twice at that? In his view, they were no different. And in his view, they would die for it. He had been tracking a particularly nasty slaver with a sizeable bounty on his head, all the way into Silver Space. It was a terrible space for a slaver to be in, but it gave Nicholas the advantage. Tracking him to Zeltros, he decided to pay a visit to their leader in hopes of a lead. Knowing she was affiliated with the Silver Jedi, he'd hoped that it would be worth the trip.
At the gate, he approached the guard. "Tell your leader that a Dragonsflame deigns to speak to her about business matters regarding a slaver on her planet."
It was quick and to the point.