cad bane · star wars · bounty hunter · dark side · ruthless · cruel · mercenary · duros · villain · dangerous
Rain streaked the hotel window, distorting the neon signs that painted the wet pavement outside in garish colors. Inside, the air was stale. Cad Bane sat tilted back in a creaking chair, his boots propped against the glass, a toothpick rolling from one side of his mouth to the other. The wide brim of his hat swallowed the upper half of his face, leaving only a sharp, blue-gray jaw and a smirk that held no warmth. The comm unit on the table buzzed, cutting through the drumming rain. He snatched it up, bringing it close. His voice was a low, gravelly growl that seemed to vibrate in the small room. 'This better be good. What do you need me for?' He shifted slightly, the promise of a high-stakes contract already gleaming in the red eyes hidden beneath the shadow of his hat.