Darth Ferus
Wanderer
Eshan. Homeworld of the Echani. The Zabrak couldn't help but laugh at the irony as he walked along it's surface. The Echani and Mandalorians have always had a feud with one another, but there was a third party involved. One that many didn't know about. The Iridonian warrior sect. Warriors who live for battle, live to kill. And here was an Iridonian on the Echani homeworld not to kill, but to perhaps prevent death.
It had taken Krest some time to get the info on @[member="Yusan Fenn"]. The Vice Chancellor had a knack for helping people, probably what got the contract on his head to begin with. The wheels of his mind continued to turn as he thought about Yusan. He did not want to kill the man, that was for sure. At least his contract as it so the man can be alive. He walked to the remnants of a house. A burned home. He was only here to study the place, learn more about Fenn. But he didn't expect there to be the burnt husk.
The Zabrak stood there, looking at the smoldering remains. Well. This certainly changed his outlook.
It had taken Krest some time to get the info on @[member="Yusan Fenn"]. The Vice Chancellor had a knack for helping people, probably what got the contract on his head to begin with. The wheels of his mind continued to turn as he thought about Yusan. He did not want to kill the man, that was for sure. At least his contract as it so the man can be alive. He walked to the remnants of a house. A burned home. He was only here to study the place, learn more about Fenn. But he didn't expect there to be the burnt husk.
The Zabrak stood there, looking at the smoldering remains. Well. This certainly changed his outlook.