Emryc had two personas to live by - Raze and Emryc Thorne. On Sith worlds he presented solely as Darth Raze. The Kravos armor had become his signature, and Imperials and Sith alike recognized it nowadays. Word had gotten around about his exploits on Ajan Kloss a while back and more recently on Dathomir. As Emryc Thorne he had begun to get cozy with the Queen of Naboo. All in all, he had quite a bit going on. Nevertheless, he made a point to find a gap between all of that to finally do the visit Morgan had been asking about for a while. Naturally, he hadn't given the Firrerreo any warning. Morgan was given a lame mission directive excuse on why they had to delay it again.
He couldn’t risk appearing as Emryc here, and he donned the armor and helmet, complete with the cloak. It had become an association now to where his mind tapped into a different mode when he wore it. He had to actively reel it back, though he couldn’t hold it back entirely. His demeanor shifted, darkness seeping into his persona to give a chilly aura to him. It followed him where he went, and Sith around him would feel it at once.
Emryc carried a bag over his shoulder with his personal items, making his way over to the address listed. He wasn’t sure how he felt showing up to visit Morgan in the armor of his own ancestor, but being Raze made everything far easier on Sith worlds. He breezed past any security checkpoints, the Imperials all saluting and looking flustered as he passed.
He walked by a few Imperial guards as he made his way into the tall tower with the apartments on top. Emryc was struggling and caught in a strange shift between Raze and Emryc. He could feel some eyes on him, a mixture of fear and admiration that he entirely ignored. Emryc made his way over to the callbox, pressing the button next to Ali when he was sure he was alone.
“Mr. Ali, I have arrived to drop off your dry cleaning. Our facility had to close due to an incident so I am personally delivering your items. May I come up?” He said, the scrambler in his helmet masking his real voice. He knew dry cleaning was the safest bet to rouse the least bit of suspicion - Morgan didn't seem like he ordered pizzas very often. Once permitted, he would get on the repulsorlift and make his way over to Morgan’s door.
@Mr. Teatime