Artorigas looked up into the sky as the two ships flew away from their secluded meeting site, the traders/smugglers/ depending on what side you stood upon had upheld their end of the bargain. Securing a rare and unique item that the Sith Councillor had eyes on for some time, his mind was still not out of the gutter, drink was always on the edge of his thoughts and his mood flip flopped from melancholy to anger. But a singular thought had shifted into his mind a few weeks ago and this thought had pushed away at least some of that self-deprecating attitude in a direction which could benefit himself, Avillion and perhaps even the Sith Empire proper.
The Sith Noble stood at the edge of the platform, wind whipped through the long dark trench coat half of his face was covered in a mask. He doubted the traders or anyone else who saw him could identify him as the Sith Councillor Artorigas Wessex, there were too many Human's in the galaxy for his fact to be unique. But one with his looks, accent and dealing with these items could bring some unwanted attention. So caution was at its extreme, his face was half covered, hair dyed blonde, beard shaved and not a sign of his allegiance in sight. He left his lightsaber in the ship, carrying only a blaster at his hip, no members of Avillion had joined him out here on this remote jungle world, outside help had come been brought in instead.
Some would worry about working with a hired gun, but Artorigas had worked with Corvax before. It seemed like an eternity ago, he was but a lowly Acolyte, a second son of House Wessex. Now look were he stood. Turning towards the man he nodded towards the ship. "Well that was simpler than expected."
@Taz