Enishi
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*It was a task appointed to him by the ether, to retrieve a crystal from the past. Yavin IV was the burial place of one of the Sith Lords of legend and also held somthing important that would allow rite of passage. As Fate's Hand jetted out of hyperspace, Lukor sat in the black robes draped elegance. His face, covered by wraps of black, seemed dark... lifeless. The very essence of what he was existed not. While in auto-pilot, Lukor interlaced his fingers and narrowed his eyes. The darkness that had engulfed his heart began to take its' toll. His skin, once completely tan was turning pale, his eyes slowly began to become cloudy and red, and his voice began to deepen. However, this was working to his favor. The man who was wanted had compeltely disapeared into a sad lump of a man.*