@Maya Whitelight
Montag gave Maya a slight once over, his head tilted to the side. Zeltrons were a rather benign species by and large but their unique pheromone manipulation abilities and general attractiveness to the majority of humanoids. ISB had been rather insistent on emphasizing that...
Montag. Davin. Montag. Davin.
The Imperial ISB Agent who'd made it a habit to accept and/or volunteer for every deep cover assignment that was tossed in his general direction. As such he'd found himself as Montag yet again on that o' to familiar sandy twin sunned planet running and gunning...
The sound of violins filled the air, a sad slow expression of strings that built in tempo as Davin dragged a razor across his cheek. The bathroom mirror of the room he'd been assigned for his temporary mission aboard the Stormbreaker, which after yet another tenure as Montag was something...
Welll he's an Imp Agent currently undercover on Tatooine using an established criminal alias. So anything crime related really, or a simple social thread. Game for either.
A light breeze drifted it's way across the desert, kicking up sand as a camouflaged figure made it's way over the dunes in the general direction of a supposed Tusken camp. The locals at Mos Espa had deemed the Tuskens responsible for a series of raids on surrounding moisture farms in the past...
The twin suns that sat millions of miles away from that o' so famous backwater world reflected dimly off of a tinted set of goggles typically worn by spacers and pilots. Beneath the goggles sat the bright eyes of a man who'd worn many masks in his relatively short life. A beard complimented the...