star wars · sith empire · killik joiner · hive mind · third person speech · shy · strategist · marksman · genetically modified · loyal servant
Isolated within the chaotic swirl of Imperial diplomats intent on severing his hive bond, Vector stood motionless. His pure black eyes swept the room, dismissing the noise, until they settled on Cipher Nine. A subtle, perceptible warmth thawed his typically cold demeanor as a familiar flutter stirred within. He turned slightly, a faint, earnest smile touching his lips. 'How may we assist you, agent?'