Leviticus
SWRP Writer
- Joined
- Dec 22, 2017
- Messages
- 460
- Reaction score
- 267
The seemingly trivial planet that was Prakith grew in size as Leviticus approached. Engines hummed and metal ached as his ship pierced into the dry atmosphere, sailing above the endless peaks and through the twisting ravines. High enough to be nothing but a speck in the horizon, but low enough to see even the smallest cracks in the mountaintops, Leviticus maintained his velocity, shooting past the barren landscape of the planet surface. On the outside, there was nothing significant of the world. To most everyone, Prakith was but a dusty rock. Worthless, desolate, and bare of resources— but they couldn’t be anymore wrong. For deep beneath its jagged surface, caverns filled to the brim with kyber crystals sat in wait. And if Leviticus ever wanted to raze the Order into the ground, he would need every fragment he could get his hands on.
Rumors had reached him of a derelict village that so happened to have stumble on such a resource. While only rumors, and potentially false, it was still enough to garner his interest. Even if only a speck of kyberite had been discovered, it would be more than enough to confirm the hidden wealth of Prakith. Of course, he would have to first interrogate those in the village. Should they reveal the location of such kyberite, or indicate its discovery, then Leviticus wouldn’t hesitate to cut them all down and take the venue for his own. And if they were wrong, or refused to give up the kyberite? Then, it was all the same to him— nobody would make it out alive. If anyone were to reveal that Exiles were snooping around Prakith, then the whole Order might come bearing down upon them. It was why he had to be tactful, and discreet. It was also why he wasn’t alone.
Leviticus had come into contact with another wayward Exile: Sirus. While he had hidden away his emotions, and gave no instance of a care for the Exiles, Leviticus knew he could trust the other man. They hated the Jedi as much as he did, and that was more than enough to garner his credence. Of course, he’d be sure to keep a close eye on Sirus, only for fear of deception. It was rare, but nevertheless possible. Exiles had killed one another before— and even in times like these, they still do —so Leviticus had to be wary of his new ally. Still, the man was certainly capable. He had seen him fight a number of times before, so he was no newbie. And neither was hesitant to kill, as were most Exiles.
As the ship neared the castoff village, Leviticus steered the vessel toward an open clearing close by. His fingers danced around the dashboard, and with a click, he opened the exit ramp in the hull of the transport. He rose out of his seat, gathering his individual lightsabers and equipment. Then, he glanced toward Sirus. “Are you ready to do what needs to be done?”
@LeavingOrbit