Tattooine. A planet thats entire surface was nothing but desert. Any hope of survival away from a civilization in this planet would seem nearly impossible. During the days the temprature could rise above any beings tolerance and at night it could drop well before freezing. Yet people perferred to live here, away from the law. Thus it made it a very nice place for this particular person to visit.
"Ragnarok you are cleared to land in dock 3."
The voice of the station worker came over the comm-link, authorizing the Sith's personal ship to land. Though he did not care for the formalties, it was best to ensure there wouldn't be any trouble until he deemed it. He worked through deception and the shadows. Open confrontation wasn't his forte.
With the ship landing the cargo doors opened with a loading ramp extending from the rear of the vessel. Sauntering down it quietly, as his steps were always light, the Sith took a gander around, feeling the sun on his face. Drawing his hood up, his face was concealed decently by the shade that was created. The first place he would go was the local tavern.
Exiting the area through the side door, he began to roam the streets, keeping a straight path. He walked tall and full of confidence, thus making civilians and even goons move from his path. If there was a street that could be crossed, the would have gladly done it. One large being, having more pride than brains, bumped shoulders with the man clad in white.
"Move it puny human."
Speaking in its native tongue which was undistinguishable by the Sith Knight, the shadowed face turned and rested on the man for a second. The large alien straightened as well and had a twinkle in his eye.
[Force Speed]
Aided by the darkside of the force, the Sith withdrew two razor edged daggers from his torso, taking both in hand. Within a mere moment, the blade sunk deep beneath the ribs of his enemy, sticking the man in his lungs. Unable to breathe, his mouth opened with no scream of pain accompanying it. The weapon in his left hand also landed true into the being's other lung before moving to its neck and making a quick gash. Unable to breathe and bleeding to death quickly, the Sith returned his weapons to their sheathes and continued down the way. The alien fell in the middle of the street dead. Those that claimed to be the enforcers of the law, were unable to find the alien's killer as he quickly blended in with the crowd.
Stepping to a bar called The Bantha's Breath Cantina, Xylan took a seat and ordered a drink. He peferred a strong liqour from time to time, but with the heat, he took the more logical choice and got something that would keep him hydrated. Taking a sip of the glass, he sat it down as he took a look around.
[Force Sense]
Feeling the presence of the light, the Sith remained calm and just looked around until he identified its source. A Jedi was somewhere in Mos Eisley and Xylan would find him.
"Ragnarok you are cleared to land in dock 3."
The voice of the station worker came over the comm-link, authorizing the Sith's personal ship to land. Though he did not care for the formalties, it was best to ensure there wouldn't be any trouble until he deemed it. He worked through deception and the shadows. Open confrontation wasn't his forte.
With the ship landing the cargo doors opened with a loading ramp extending from the rear of the vessel. Sauntering down it quietly, as his steps were always light, the Sith took a gander around, feeling the sun on his face. Drawing his hood up, his face was concealed decently by the shade that was created. The first place he would go was the local tavern.
Exiting the area through the side door, he began to roam the streets, keeping a straight path. He walked tall and full of confidence, thus making civilians and even goons move from his path. If there was a street that could be crossed, the would have gladly done it. One large being, having more pride than brains, bumped shoulders with the man clad in white.
"Move it puny human."
Speaking in its native tongue which was undistinguishable by the Sith Knight, the shadowed face turned and rested on the man for a second. The large alien straightened as well and had a twinkle in his eye.
[Force Speed]
Aided by the darkside of the force, the Sith withdrew two razor edged daggers from his torso, taking both in hand. Within a mere moment, the blade sunk deep beneath the ribs of his enemy, sticking the man in his lungs. Unable to breathe, his mouth opened with no scream of pain accompanying it. The weapon in his left hand also landed true into the being's other lung before moving to its neck and making a quick gash. Unable to breathe and bleeding to death quickly, the Sith returned his weapons to their sheathes and continued down the way. The alien fell in the middle of the street dead. Those that claimed to be the enforcers of the law, were unable to find the alien's killer as he quickly blended in with the crowd.
Stepping to a bar called The Bantha's Breath Cantina, Xylan took a seat and ordered a drink. He peferred a strong liqour from time to time, but with the heat, he took the more logical choice and got something that would keep him hydrated. Taking a sip of the glass, he sat it down as he took a look around.
[Force Sense]
Feeling the presence of the light, the Sith remained calm and just looked around until he identified its source. A Jedi was somewhere in Mos Eisley and Xylan would find him.