OSSUS
Ossus was a world on the edge. Its cities and people had been ravaged by both the demon Raze and now the lesser Sith in only a short time. Rian could hear the bombs falling a few blocks to the north, screams and the ring of blaster fire echoing on the wind. The pain and anguish radiating through the Force was ten times worse. Rian shut it out.
The Knight stepped cautiously through the narrow alley, slipping around debris and crumbled masonry. He glared at the destruction all around him, bracing against the cold fury that often stirred in his gut. He turned away into the folds of his hood, his heavy grey overcloak trailing behind him, concealing his black and gold variant of light Jedi attire from view.
He paused at the edge of the street to wait for a patrol of troopers to sprint by, trying to appear just another frightened civilian. No one had time to stop the lost and grieving right now and they passed by quickly, enabling him to head on southward.
The sounds of battle grew more distant as he worked his way onward, past shuttered shops and bloodsoaked boulevards. The bodies of people and demons alike still littered the streets, the carnage too great and terrible to have been cleared so soon. The sights and smells would have broken a lesser man and the dawning silence hanging over the scene made it no more bearable.
Too many took false comfort in that silence. The whole galaxy wanted to forget what had happened here, to race on, consigning the demon Raze and his vile hordes to the past. Rian knew so many would almost be glad to be fighting men and machines again, reassured by an enemy they could see and understand.
But they were all wrong. The reports told them their great enemy was vanquished and so they believed it so. Rian Auriol would never make that mistake, he who had tracked the dark destroyer only to miss his apparent end.
No. He would make sure. The crater could not be far now; he would ensure it was nothing more than a hole in the ground.
Every trace must be scorched clean.
@Phoenix