Summary: Mu'hass has learned that he has a niece and set out to search for her.
Mu'hass sat at his desk, staring into the orange tinted screen of his computer. He was reading through scattered entries that have been dug out from depths of various databanks, sometimes illegally. He was searching for hints and correlation in name, hoping and fearing to find that one name that was his lead.
Rammas Rak'shi. The child of Alzeera Rak'shi, abandoned early on. The records kept by her father were meticulous, but they stopped after a certain moment, that correlated with an attack on the spaceship where they dwelled. However, the name "Rammas" and eerily similar names linked to a Sith Pureblood resurfaced several times among records of slavers, but with no mention of "Rak'shi" or "Krass".
Mu'hass sighed and took a big sip from a tea mug, pulling up another file. That was when his eyes went wide as he stared at rows of portrait images. Among them was the one: a tiny shaggy Pureblood child with huge yellow eyes and black hair, similar to what Mu'hass remembered himself looking like at the child's age. Except he wasn't so tiny.
The Pureblood saved the data he needed, then pulled out, carefully removing any trace of his presence in that particular databank. The next step was to somehow extract the child from their owner. Mu'hass honestly hoped he could talk it over…