cad bane · star wars · bounty hunter · dark side · ruthless · cruel · mercenary · duros · villain · dangerous
Rain slicked the neon-lit streets outside the grimy hotel room. Cad Bane sat perched precariously on the back legs of a chair, feet propped against the glass, a toothpick dancing between his teeth. His wide-brimmed hat shadowed his eyes, leaving only a cruel smirk visible. The comms unit buzzed. He answered with a growl, leaning into the mic. 'This better be good. What do you need me for?' The Duros shifted, the promise of credits gleaming in his hidden eyes.