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It had been some time since Raphael had plunged into combat. Even though drunk pirates were hardly a worthwhile enemy, he didn't care. It felt great to finally let loose, the patience and stoic nature that often compelled him washed away as he became a blur of knives. In the moment, he was able...

Raphael's expectation had been that the woman would follow him inside, assuming her hand on the blade to translate into her questioning who he was. There was always a risk that she could have stabbed him in the back but he trusted his own reflexes enough that the deed would cause too much noise...

Through the Wrean's smile, it appeared Raphael's question was exactly what he wanted or at least reassured his contact in some way. In return, Nakoa would just be greeted with the barred eyes of the metal mask but undeniably attentive. The disguised Sephi would remain in silence as Nakoa begin...

So far, his infiltration appeared smooth as he approached the door. But, right as that thought crossed his mind, his ears once again picked up a pair of light footsteps, this time much closer. Clearly, it was not a small animal and before he could react, a hushed question was shot right at him...

Raphael walked calmy along the dirt road, his footsteps barely making a sound with practiced eased. His armor helped him blend in easily, the night sky and shadows helping him dip in and out of darkness smoothly. Even with his height, he found little difficulty in his stalking, sound normally...

Raphael's attention would mostly be transfixed to his tracking until Tempest made a comment about his skill with blades. He wouldn't deviate from what he was doing, the only hint of him having actually heard her being the eventually turning of his head, half of his mask within her view as he...

Before having joined the Sith Order, Raphael thought the notion of bounty-hunting was beneath him. At first, his taste was fine-tuned for the "hunts'' back home, the ones that required the absolute perfect attention to detail and the need to be faultless. The tension that often plagued his home...

To hear confirmation that the item had actually been located was reassuring to the Sephi. The fact that what he searched for wasn't false rumors or legends people had just made up in their free time had reignited the flame within him. Not only would this little operation not be a total waste of...

Raphael had been more affected then he realized as he misjudged how far the corner had been. He half stumbled past it and out into the open mouth of the alley. There was little he could do to the hide once he had been exposed and the other two quickly spotted him, especially given his size...

Raphael's emotionless mask would just stare back at Vahl silently in response to her voiced appreciation. There was nothing else to add because it meant very little to both of them most likely. The Sith required action and that's what one would truly be measured by, their deeds, not words. His...

Entering the establishment, the Sith attention was directed to the specified table in their exchanges. Approaching and arriving in a short time with his long gait, he at first remained silent as the two entered a respectable distance to each other. When the first half of the phrase was given...

The streets had turned to anarchy, smog almost overtaking any breathable air as wrecks and fires raged on. Despite the situation deteriorating, Raphael pressed onto the alley at his own place, every step becoming heavier uncontrollably. Each thought that came was as quickly replaced by a new one...

Within the span of a few seconds, the Sephi discovered what the true cause of the tension was. No visual confirmation was needed for who had arrived, Raphael able to simply feel the power that rippled through the air. Underneath his mask, his sharp ears flicked downward briefly before returning...

Pieces have been set in motion, even if not by willingly by the Sith Order. Nevertheless, the galaxy would not offer them any mercy or a stroke of luck for them to escape on. Whoever remained true to the Sith could no longer enjoy the prosperity and indulgence that had taken place before. That...

Raphael walked calmly through the streets, his arms folded behind him as his silver gaze slid from left to right as he simply spectated. His height made him tower above all and let him truly get a three-hundred-sixty degree view around him of what destruction unfolded. Citizens rushed past him...

Returning into the fold, Raphael quickly understood the dangerous position that the Sith Order had found themselves in. Only one blow had been struck but it had been crippling, leaving them leaderless and most importently powerless to stop one of their strongest assets be stolen away. While he...

Coruscant. Raphael had visited only a few times but none worth recounting, even privately. The true purpose for his pressence was because of his own doing. His absense for months had led to his own personal goals becoming derailed and created a problem he never thought he would run into...

Raphael was left with much to ponder over after what had unfolded at Junction. Disarmed and forced out, as he complied with the rest, had been the final twist of the knife by the Imperials to fully announce their separation. While he had no personal connection to the weapon, a majority of his...

Long gloved fingers traced each rune that had been carved into the wall, almost unable to help it, certain care to his touch as he offered a certain amount of respect to them. Unlike the half-blood, who flipped through pages of whatever book she stole from, Raphael had performed no research to...

Raphael trudged to the set of stairs for the temple, each step earning a small splash from the muddy and swampy surface. Once he reached the stairs, his long stride helped him take one or two at a time but about halfway, he would halt and remain perfectly still. The Sephi could sense it around...