Identity Thieves of the Old Republic
Malak stands on the bridge of the Leviathan, surveying the vast Sith fleet as it prepared for its conquests. Dressed in his form-fitting red body armor, he turns, letting his crimson cloak whirl about his powerful body. A scowl covers his gray face.
Malak (In the voice of an adolescent girl, standing in a demure, girly pose) – "Hee hee hee, man, that security slicer card is amazing. All it took is a decent connection to the Sith system, a little fancy footwork, and some Mission magic and whammo, I'm in."
"Nobody's gonna argue when the Dark Lord of the Sith orders a case of stims, two crates of grenades, and a cool cyber implant. Maybe the super swoop bike upgrades were a bit much…and the Mandalorian ceremonial armor…lightsaber crystals…and the nifty pilot jacket for Carth. But, what the hey, it's not my card. Hee hee hee…hee hee…."
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