Dessel gulped thickly as he padded around the complex, ducking into a corner to avoid one of the droid patrols that roved the halls.He had been denied permission to investigate claims of Sith occupation of the manufacturing plant, though he had ignored it and gone anyway.His blonde hair was tied tight into a braid that fell to the middle of his back, his jade eyes peering around as he continued on.He was only recently elevated to the rank of master, and was rather new at the solo thing, he didn't have an apprentice yet.
Dessel continued on in search of clues, stepping into a large chamber which at first glance appeared to be a private study."Jackpot" he whispered as he began to search the archives for anything, any trace of Sith activity.His breathing was ragged as he picked through the folders, praying the droids didn't come in the room, or worse, if there was a sith lord here, he prayed it wouldn't be them.
Dessel continued on in search of clues, stepping into a large chamber which at first glance appeared to be a private study."Jackpot" he whispered as he began to search the archives for anything, any trace of Sith activity.His breathing was ragged as he picked through the folders, praying the droids didn't come in the room, or worse, if there was a sith lord here, he prayed it wouldn't be them.