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[Note: This roleplay is a continuation of a previous entry.]
@Vashiir @Darles Chickens
[Ziost : The Blooding Pit]
[Morning : Still Weather]
One final stop, Ziost. The stage that would set the scene for their last confrontation. It was a mission to eliminate whoever'd hired the Bounty Hunter, Vashiir, to collect the life of Mors Soverin. A transaction he intended to punish the buyer for. Ziost's harsh dry air tore open as the Sith transport vessel soared down to the planet's surface, making a slow descent to arrive at one of the planet's premiere sparring grounds for newly blooded Sith. Inside the transport a small troupe of armed soldiers, alongside the wronged Sith in question and his allies, took to their posts.@Vashiir @Darles Chickens
[Ziost : The Blooding Pit]
[Morning : Still Weather]
Mors stood across from Vashiir, keeping a close stare on him, like he was deep in consideration. The reverberating rumble from the planet's atmosphere ineffectually rejecting them was no obstruction to the focused gaze that tended to remain between the two. They had both taken their resupply time to reflect on what they learned in the freezing tundra. Judging by Mors' subtle shift in choice of fashion, it appeared he'd certainly learned his lesson.
"I need to know you won't turn against me on this, Bounty Hunter." Mors shouted out through the noise, trembling against the metallic frame of his station. The entirety of the transport shook from turbulence as most ships did when trying to penetrate Ziost's vicious ether. The planet had developed it's own defenses, unarguably worthy of the praise it garnered among the Sith. Regardless, it wouldn't be enough to drown Mors out in making his terms clear. "The credits will be yours as soon as this mistake has been corrected. Betray me and I will have no choice but to kill you together."
The Sith looked to Maro for an instant, standing a few soldiers away, before turning his gaze back. "It would be unwise, but I offer you the decision."
His eyes were hemorrhaged with rage, just swirling within him. It was docile, like a flame enclosed in a bottle --- It simply awaited the right reaction to burst. Vashiir was only secondary in his thoughts to the inescapable suspense of vengeance.
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