Raxus Prime was an interesting world in that "not sure I ever want to go there" sort of way. With junk as far as the eye can see, Vizim expected the smell as he stepped onto the surface to be much worse. The more he looked around, though, the more he realized that "trash" didn't mean rotting food items but rather pieces of ships and scrap.
Well, that's a plus, he thought to himself with a shrug. The small team that had been deployed to purge Raxus's "problem" was made up of individuals he hadn't met before, but he assumed they were also chosen for a reason.
For his part, Vizim had worked for Lord Stolas before, most notably on Taris. As for why he was assigned on this particular operation: it was right up his alley. Tracking and hunting were the backbone of his career within the Sith. Much more so than an open battlefield or the backrooms of a political manipulation. Usually by himself but sometimes in a small group tracking someone or something was what he not only excelled at but also loved.
As the others disembarked, Vizim let his senses sweep out and over the area. There was a chilling sense that ran down his spine, but little more that he could tell from only a cursory evaluation. He had no doubt that whatever he was sensing was, in fact, what they were after.
Well, that's a plus, he thought to himself with a shrug. The small team that had been deployed to purge Raxus's "problem" was made up of individuals he hadn't met before, but he assumed they were also chosen for a reason.
For his part, Vizim had worked for Lord Stolas before, most notably on Taris. As for why he was assigned on this particular operation: it was right up his alley. Tracking and hunting were the backbone of his career within the Sith. Much more so than an open battlefield or the backrooms of a political manipulation. Usually by himself but sometimes in a small group tracking someone or something was what he not only excelled at but also loved.
As the others disembarked, Vizim let his senses sweep out and over the area. There was a chilling sense that ran down his spine, but little more that he could tell from only a cursory evaluation. He had no doubt that whatever he was sensing was, in fact, what they were after.