Standing against a wall, Kazamir was dressed in his typical garb, smiling gently at anyone that caught his eye walking along their daily duties. This city, one of the hundreds on the planet, possessed no less than ten million locals moving about, doing whatever it was that pathetic beings did with their time when not being hunted. Kazamir didn't know, he didn't really care.
Dressel was, by all means, a perfectly lovely world. Though Kazamir would be hard-pressed to say he 'enjoyed' this place. Despite a lovely climate, a sizable native populace, and many places to hide, Kazamir had a preference for Force Sensitive soup. These people simply didn't have any of that, and he felt as though he had to feed far more often than normal on this disgusting planet.
But he had fed recently, and his appetite would be satiated for yet another few days. Until then, he would need to go back to doing his work. Moving down the street, he headed towards a specific alleyway he noted on his mental map of this place. In that alleyway, there was a small door that, when pressed upon by his open palmed hand, could be opened with the Force. The room revealed by the door was painfully small and sparse, containing no more than a small table, a few chairs, a little stuffed bunny on the table, and a bag-bed.
Walking over to one of the chairs, the Anzat pulled out his datapad and sat down quietly to read. He was absorbing everything he could find on the holonet about the Sith, before it was scrubbed by any censors or similar overzealous idiots. He had been preparing for a meeting all day, and soon he would have a suitable place to function as a Sith enclave on this world. But until the time of his meeting came, he would need to take his mind off of it.
Dressel was, by all means, a perfectly lovely world. Though Kazamir would be hard-pressed to say he 'enjoyed' this place. Despite a lovely climate, a sizable native populace, and many places to hide, Kazamir had a preference for Force Sensitive soup. These people simply didn't have any of that, and he felt as though he had to feed far more often than normal on this disgusting planet.
But he had fed recently, and his appetite would be satiated for yet another few days. Until then, he would need to go back to doing his work. Moving down the street, he headed towards a specific alleyway he noted on his mental map of this place. In that alleyway, there was a small door that, when pressed upon by his open palmed hand, could be opened with the Force. The room revealed by the door was painfully small and sparse, containing no more than a small table, a few chairs, a little stuffed bunny on the table, and a bag-bed.
Walking over to one of the chairs, the Anzat pulled out his datapad and sat down quietly to read. He was absorbing everything he could find on the holonet about the Sith, before it was scrubbed by any censors or similar overzealous idiots. He had been preparing for a meeting all day, and soon he would have a suitable place to function as a Sith enclave on this world. But until the time of his meeting came, he would need to take his mind off of it.