<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/4aG2d.jpg)</div><strong><strong>Name:</strong> Tala Drass<br/><strong>Location:</strong>  Korriban: Landing pad<br/><strong>Tag:</strong> Anyone<br/></strong><hr/><br/>His praise did little to assuage her mounting concern at the massive gathering of force-sensitive killing machines gathering a little too close for comfort. She didn't let it show when he laid down the intel on her target, but a little fount of panic, excitement and rage welled up within her. Killing Jedi was easy work, they didn't suspect assassination attempts as a daily ritual, they didn't need to check the contents of their food or drink for insidious poison. Killing Sith however, was an entirely different beast. It was nearly impossible to poison the bastards, open combat was foolish even as a thought and they were always wary. Sith tended to be light sleepers or downright insomniacs, which made creeping in and slitting their throat in the dead of night an extremely risky method. It left her two feasible options, given the timeframe and her available tools. Glittering red eyes darted about, absorbing every little detail about the landing pad that was left for the Sith. She pondered laying heavy explosives down and detonating them once the craft had landed, but she didn't have enough information on his ship or even if she had enough explosives to do the deed. Tala bit her lip, one of her time-honoured methods was to seduce and then murder her victim, but a Lord wouldn't exactly be approachable, nor interested in some Chiss wench. She surveyed the buildings about her for viable sniping positions, but though there were high positions, they didn't have readily available routes of escape, nor did she believe that assassinating a man right next to her ship and then returning to that very same position was a good idea. Tala was only left with the oh so precarious option of trying to<em>seduce a gods damned Sith long enough to get an opportunity to knife him.</em>She didn't like the sound of the tournament either. Though she had fought many a force-sensitive before, it never got easier. The damned lightsabers always got in the way, the best method was to use a thermal-detonator, the shrapnel was impossible to deflect completely and even a slight wound would give her an opportunity to shoot with Widow, always steadfast and lethal. Tala picked up the holo and disposed of it, along with her black cloak, a detriment to any sort of seduction or even endearment. It left her in her midnight-black body armour, revealing some flesh and hugging her tightly, dual purpose in many ways. Tala moved to join the gathering, standing near the other seemingly non force-users, adjusting her hair as she did so, trying to get into the perfect looking alignment. It would look far less suspicious if she were to blend in with the crowd. Just in case the encounter went haywire, she had a single thermal detonator, a combat knife strapped to her thigh and widow across the small of her back, reassuring, if only slightly. Tala didn't say anything, just observed her potential prey, people she would have to kill, maim or incapacitate, even if she succeeded in killing Bracken. Her red eyes sparkled with restrained hatred and malice, tempered by the cold edge of experience and caution.