A man walked along an alley of Nar'Shadah. He was dressed oddly, covered from head to to in some sort of odd armor, and wearing a white mask that covered his entire face, long black hair flowing out of the back of it. The only proof that this ominous figure was a human were the bits of flesh peeking out at the neck. He carried a blaster pistol at his side, and a curve hilted lightsaber hung from his waist. The man spotted a building to his right, an arms dealer. Albelt had been hoping to get a new pistol, the one on his hip was malfunctioning. Likewise, he walked in.
" I need a disruptor pistol. Don't care if you don't sell them, I'm sure you have one around here somewhere." His voice was gravelly and hollow, being forced through the sound modifiers on the mask. This man sounded empty.
" I need a disruptor pistol. Don't care if you don't sell them, I'm sure you have one around here somewhere." His voice was gravelly and hollow, being forced through the sound modifiers on the mask. This man sounded empty.
