Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-11588669-20150617171154/@comment-11588669-20150626174137

Ambrose caught the chip and nodded, storing it in one of his many pockets. The sniper had the complete trust of his Lord, as did the operative next to him. The chip was in good hands.

Nox had moved into the cockpit, watching their steady approach from Druumand Kaas. All around them, ships were flying into position as the Third Fleet mobilized. Dropships, fighters, even other sith ships were all flying into various ships as they prepared for war. Supplies, walkers, droids...anything and everything that could be used. But his mind wasn't on the upcoming, brutal jungle warfare. Instead, he was tracking the ships with his eyes, rating them against any Sith he knew. Unfortunately, many of them were minor Sith Lords, not much to worry about. Though he did see a Darth, and a few major Lords.

That was...opportunistic. As the Phantom slowly eased into the hanger, he finally nodded to himself, a small plan worked out. With a turn, he walked towards the disembarking ramp, gesturing for the others to follow.

As soon as he stepped out, though, his lip curled at the Sith who greeted him. Thana Vanoptis stood, one hip out and smirking. She was a sith pureblood, a beauty, and a bitch. Also one of the few women Nox had slept with. At least she was a good lay...unfortunately, her sterling personality brought a sour taste to his mouth.

"Hello, Lord Noctum..."

...by the Force, he hated this bitch.