The Hunt Ends

[Darth Vrael]

Vrael stepped free from the speeder with a quiet huff, affixing his helmet over his frame as he did so. Here they were, Raxus, or more accurately, the capitlal city Raxulon. They were just on the outskirts, the poorer side of the city so to speak. It showed too, with dirty crowded streets and ramshackle building all around them. These people likely didn't get too much attention from the Empire here, which was why they were probably attracting such stares. Disembarking with him were five other Sith troopers and two hulking Massassi, a group that likely didn't show much around here. With them, was his partner for this task, the replacement he'd chosen after the last pathetic failure. @Gian Greydragon Vrael couldn't even remember the man's name now, and the pitiful displays kept running through his mind every time he thought back to that task.

Still, at least it had cleared the way for a more suitable replacement. Another Drast actually, though Vrael hadn't intended such. The man had simply proven himself the best option out of those available. It would be interesting perhaps to observe the other Acolyte, he certainly had an interesting background if the reports were to be believed. Stepping forward alongside the contingent he'd brought with him. Vrael looked ahead to their target, currently right in front of him. It was another warehouse, shocker, just as rundown as the rest of the place. More importantly however, it looked big enough for a ship to fit in. If he had to guess actually, judging from the view, the building might even open up at the top as a very small and cramped hanger. Perfect for concealing stolen vehicles.

Vrael led the way forward, already watching for some kind of response from the building. Besides the probable door on the top, there was only a giant sliding door on the front of the building next to a smaller man sized port. Did those inside know they were coming? He hoped not, but it wasn't an impossibility either. Luckily though he had likely brought more than enough assets to cope, there wasn't much possible resistance for this kind of setup. In truth, he only expected one foolish Mon Calamari named Mereein and a few random others. This should be a peace of cake conclusion, he'd be flying out with his vessel in an hour.

@Lazy Swordsman

 

[Tarsus Drast]

Tarsus had been surprised when orders arrived out of the blue, he had been far more shocked to discover they came from the Dark Lord of the Sith himself. The mission was to travel to the Outer Rim world of Raxus to apprehend enemies of the Empire. For added astonishment it appeared that Darth Vrael himself would be leading the field exercise. Such a hands on approach was just one more reason why the ruler of the Old Empire was a more worthy successor to the Throne of Andraste than the boy Elix.

He didn’t know the exact details of the operations but then he didn’t need to know so long as he knew enough to complete his mission. They had come seeking an alien by the name of Mereein, a Mon Calamari, who would likely be in the company of a number of other lowborn scum. They where also seeking a ship of some sort. The only other detail Tarsus really knew was that this was one part of a greater plan and that previous steps towards it completion had been fouled up by another Acolyte. It was this man that Tarsus had been called in to replace at short notice.

Still the stranger’s failure was Tarsus’ opportunity.

Tarsus dismounted the speeder once the Sith Troopers and Massassi had already taken their place alongside their master. The latter drew the younger Drast’s attention, the False Emperor did not employ such beings due to the foolish beliefs held by the weakling Sith of the Core, because of this he had limited experience of their company. Still that was a curiosity to be indulged at a later time.

Picking up his Helmet he slid it over his head, clicking into place, and completely covering the Sith in his armour. Power seemed to build up within his chest as he did so, Tarsus always felt strong when he hid the mechanical evidence of his failures. He felt almost as he once did, sure of his own strength and with a confidence to match but now it was tempered by purpose and the purity of the Dark Side. However it was still only almost, he was still a shadow but not for long.

Moving to stand aside his master he pushed back the feeling of awe, here was the greatest living member of the Drast Bloodline despite Vrael’s actions in casting aside the name. Tarsus dipped his head respectfully while turning his focus to the warehouse in front of them. A flicker of his will and a gesture of his hand called the lightsaber into his grasp. A sure sign that he was ready to move as soon as his new Lord commanded it.

@Narsi

 

[The Storyteller]

Cy-Zerro
Raxus - 19:33 Galactic Standard Time
Years of Payback in the Making

"There are reports of a group of strangers making their way through the area, I think it's about that ship that was stolen. Check it out, see what it is, if it's really the Empire, you know what to do." The voice behind the communicator hissed.

The cybernetic assassin clicked off the communicator without a word, his mask hissing with each breath as he readied his two blades and a set of dual blaster pistols. If there really was a welcoming party here, then he would take care of it easily, who this Mon Calamari was and why the ship was so important was beyond the point. The credits were worth the protection for now. One day he would get vengeance against the man and woman who left his bodied riddled and damaged, confined to a hissing pain and broken body. "Wren and Drast...Six years I've waited, after this..I shall come looking for you." his voice hissed through the helmet's voice module before he made his way out of the safehouse and onto the roof, leaping between the various platforms, keeping an eye out for his targets.

The scanner on his helmets scanned ahead, noticing an influx of men and alien's standing about in the open. Zoom in, let me get a good look at our newest guests. His helmet's view would magnify to catch the glimpse of various Sith Armor and figures standing about. "Confirming targets, they're here." He would respond through his wrist's built in communicator.

Slowly moving his way forward he would creep against the building, using the shadows to keep himself out of view and sight. When the time was right, he would strike, but for now he would allow the men the chance to make their way further into the unknown territory.

tag: @Narsi

 

[Darth Vrael]

Vrael regarded the other Drast for a moment, searching for any sign of weakness. The man was a convert after all, from the Republica originally, and that was not an easy stain to erase. Yet he found none, simply calm pure professionalism matched with a powerful presence in the force. Perhaps he had misjudged the man, he had undergone additional training within the Empire after all. Vrael finally returned the head bow with one of his own, likewise drawing his own lightsaber into his hand. With a hand, he motioned the soldiers forward, the troopers nodding in response and surging into motion. With the same hand he told the Massassi to stay back and guard their rear. The five troopers should be more than enough to act as a vanguard in this situation, and this was just the shoddy place where some hooligans might try their hand at grand theft.

Vrael would follow in the troopers wake as they approached the man door, giving the group plenty of space ahead of him to trigger any traps. His head was on a constant swivel for threats, of which there were sure to be some. Whomever or whatever it was, it was in for a surprise. For there was not just one Drast there today, there were two. And, even surprising himself slightly in thinking so, Vrael was actually expecting great things from the very distant relative beside him. Was it some decacdes old bias, finally resurging from his acolyte days? Vrael honestly hoped not, he had done away with his birth name after all to prove his believe in the rule of the strong. Thankfully the sentiment passed quickly enough, and Vrael turned his focus soley upon their task.

Ahead of them, the soldiers reached the warehouse, taking up positions among the front. They were getting ready to enter, probably violently, and Vrael reached for the force. He let the power ripple through him, a warmth spreading through his limbs, invigorating him. Instantly the world felt sharper, the power of the force enhancing his reality. Hmm, he could sense something, a disturbance almost. It was as if there was danger literally lurking around the corner. Hmmm, well he didn't expect the fools to die with a fight, and they could have contacts here. Vrael cast his gaze about, fingering his weapon as he prepared to ignite it. Whatever was going to happen, it was going to be quick and decisive. Well he was ready, more than ready actually, as befitted the Emperor of the Sith.

@Lazy Swordsman

 

[Tarsus Drast]

Tarsus watched as the troopers moved forward at the Dark Lord’s command while the Massassi stayed to the rear to defend their flank. The Sith remained next to the other Drast as he observed the warehouse. It hardly looked the part of a formidable gang’s hideout but then again perhaps when one was a criminal it paid to give your assets the illusion of being run down, half-unused, industrial structures. He didn’t typically deal with petty thieves, usually Tarsus’ was sent after traitors of the Empire but more frequently he was sent to question them. Part of him hoped Vrael would allow him the honour of capturing one of their targets today, then he could extract anything the Darth wished to know. Of course there was a chance that he didn’t need to extract any information from them which would be unfortunate but such was life.

Following the Troopers, giving them time to move ahead just as his Lord did, he surveyed their surroundings his innate caution keeping him wary. It served to be alert and expecting threats at all times as a Sith, that was the same in both the Old Empire and the Imperial Republica, it wasn’t paranoia after all you were really in some form of danger at most times. Tarsus had never had the pleasure of working beside another Drast like this, never mind one as venerated as the one true Dark Lord of the Sith. Unlike his companion Tarsus still took great pride in his bloodline and ancestry, they were a naturally superior form of Sith in his opinion. Many of Darth Vrael’s known views and beliefs appealed to Tarsus but unlike the other man Tarsus planned to see the Drast Dynasty survive the Civil War and retain it’s position of dominance in the Galaxy.

As they moved forward Tarsus seized the Force. Once, long ago, he had read accounts of how the ancient and now extinct enemies of the Sith used the Light side. It spoke of how the Jedi had opened themselves up to it and let it guide their actions. Such was not the way of the Sith. When Tarsus drew on the Force, like ice it pumped through his veins and seared away all weakness with it’s cold purity. When it coursed like through his body it didn’t bring him to the center of the Universe, he became the center of the Universe. This was true power. This was the Dark Side.

The Force served him, it was his tool, and it whispered to it’s master that danger was near. Tarsus couldn’t tell where it came from however which only served to feed his wariness. Perhaps the men inside the warehouse where far more dangerous that the Sith had presumed? Tarsus rested a finger on the ignition trigger of his lightsaber but he didn’t bring the weapon to life yet, he was just prepared for any unexpected ambushes. He was ready, he wouldn’t fail his Emperor, after all he was a Drast and they could not fail.

@TWD26 @Narsi

 

[The Storyteller]

Cy-Zerro
Raxus - 19:42 Galactic Standard Time
Years of Payback in the Making

It's there that I'll find find
Inner Peace not galactic war
And Dreams that were taken away
I'll find the life I'm looking for
way back, moons ago.

The day had replayed in his mind on a constant loop, the Tarrix Space Dock on Nar Shaddaa, the bounty hunter Tarrius Drast and that blasted Wren girl, they destroyed his body and left him for dead. The fool Tro-Sloon had been killed that day, otherwise he would have taken out the man himself. Everything he had been working towards, leaving the life behind, starting anew and forming a family. Crushed in an instant by the rage of one man who continued to perpetuate and move the cycle of hatred forward. To kill a man means to kill something someone in this galaxy loves, whether that man is kin, a friend, a lover, or an idea. Thus, hatred burns inside of those who were closest to the slain. Revenge burns inside of one who looks to avenge their fallen. To kill a man means to cut yourself off from truly understanding the other perspective. Thus, vengeance only continues this cycle of killing. It's funny, I shall continue this cycle, for it's now the only thing I truly know, to take what others love, what was taken from me. An eye for an eye will make the galaxy go blind, but that in the end is my true goal--maybe then true peace will come to the galaxy.

He knelt over the ledge, his eyes scanning over the party of Sith that made their way through the slums. They moved with a purpose and with intent, though the cyborg questioned their focus, were they truly in the zone or their minds trapped else where. He watched as the troops made their way up towards the entrance of the warehouse, the one where the trap had been laid. He would simply wait to see what would happen, to test the wit and might of those he went up with. There was a set of detonations waiting for those who entered the building, they would be killed or at least taken out of the fight, if these Sith had any smarts about them they would allow their faceless grunts to enter the frey, with them removed he would target the large brutes that monitored these men. Possibly these two are someone important..it doesn't matter, what matters is that they submit or die.. either way, I will survive this encounter -- damaged or not. Let's see if two more names shall be added to the list. Zerro prepared a set of smoke grenades, as well as the detonator, his plans were coming into motion.

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[Darth Vrael]

Nothing happened for the longest time. Just the wind whistling amongst the buildings and the distant sounds of city life so common in urban areas. Even most of the people were gone, shooed away rather effectively by the Massassi he'd left behind. The soldiers prepared to breach, about to give the order, and the force suddenly screamed a warning. The entrance lit up in fire, the soldiers shouting as an explosive trap detonated in their midst. The shockwave came a moment later, bringing a handful of shrapnel and smoke with it. Oh, a booby trap on the entrance.

In one fluid move, Vrael's saber flickered to life in his hand, and he swung the blade up to flick away a shard of metal hitting right for him. He then smoothly stepped to the side, allowing a charred soldier to land where he'd stood with a dull thump. A light groan soon followed, and Vrael spared the man a curious look. Hmm, perhaps he and a few others had managed to survive the blast. They had all come well equipped in armor after all, though he was sure that at least some had likely died. Still, they'd done their job at least, this was exactly the reason he had decided to have them go first. Perhaps next time he would have them spread out a bit more though.

Now, it would be their turn to brave the depths. But first, Vrael lifted a hand and waved it in front of him. In response, a brief wind hailed to his movements, carrying away the remaining tinges of smoke. His action revealed a hole in the front of the warhouse now, and though that hole, he could see the glint of metal. It was his ship, no doubt about it, though he couldn't see it in its entirety yet. Vrael grinned ever so slightly under his helm, excellent, they were indeed in the right place then. However, surely such a trap was not all that awaited them. The theft had been well thought out and planned, and he expected more.

Vrael started to advance forward, lightsaber at the ready as he glanced about them. He was eager to reclaim his ship and punish the thief, but he wasn't so foolish as to just rush ahead. So were was the real threat then? Or perhaps the culprit had set that trap and run away? Either seemed likely, so all he could do was stay on his guard. Hopefully the acolyte was doing the same.

@Lazy Swordsman

 

[Tarsus Drast]

Tarsus moved forward, to the right and a step behind Vrael as was his place. In the Republica it might have been expected that the junior Acolyte take the lead and as such take all the risks. It was different in the Old Empire. The Sith of Korriban, Malachor, Ziost and Dromund Kas led from the front and not the back like cowards. However it was wise not to lead entirely on the front line as was proven when the troopers trigged some kind of hidden explosive trap.

A blade the colour of a Nexus’ eye erupted into life in the Acolyte's hand. Tarsus flicked his lightsaber almost contemptuously through the air as he knocked aside two small shards of metal that had been darting towards his face. They’d likely have bounced harmlessly of his helmet anyway but the Sith didn’t want to risk anything. Catching the direction of Vrael’s glance the younger Drast followed it to see an apparently still alive trooper on the ground. Well it made sense, they where wearing military grade armour after all. Perhaps they lived still but it didn’t really matter, they weren’t Force Sensitive, they weren’t Sith. The survival of the Force Blind didn’t concern Tarsus, they existed only to serve.

As Vrael strode onwards into the warehouse Tarsus followed, a little slower than before, he glanced around constantly seeking out danger. The explosive had set him on edge and what was worst the Force still whispered of danger, hissed its warnings straight into his mind. What more danger could there be waiting for them? Tarsus didn’t see anything through the smoke but he could sense his Lord’s approval. Apparently this was the right place to be.

The Acolyte kept his blade ignited. There was no point in trying to be stealthy; the explosives having gone off would have alerted anyone within the entire industrial area that something had happened. Tarsus considered his next move. He walked a little away from the Sith Lord as he made an attempt to move things along.

He threw out a hand, pushed the force and his intent into the gesture. His mind stretched forth as he used his speciality, his greatest skill alongside his lightsaber proficiency, and performed a mind trick. It wasn’t a proper mind trick, it was unfocused but when Tarsus spoke it was with words laced with the Dark Side. “Reveal yourself!” he commanded in a booming voice.

Tarsus didn’t actually expect the mental manipulation to be effective enough to force them to obey. It was spread too thin and with no true target. However it was still a command empowered with the Dark Side, the force would still lick at the minds of anyone in the warehouse and at least unsettle any feeble minded criminals who might be hiding in the building with them.

As soon as he had done so he raised his lightsaber slightly, holding it across his torso and ready to fall into the Shii-Cho central stance if anyone or anything showed itself.

‘Come out, come out wherever you are.’

 

[The Storyteller]

Cy-Zerro
Raxus - 19:46 Galactic Standard Time
Years of Payback in the Making
Muse for this Post

Good, let your fear of the unknown and your arrogance be your demise. The red scanners of his viewport focused in on the ignition of the lightsabers drawn and out in defense--ready to strike down anyone that jumped towards them. If Zerro was a lesser man, that was what he would have surely done, jump straight in after the ignition of the bombs, it was foolish and amateur. This was only one of many simple tests, that studied the fortitude, willpower and endurance of these men. How would they react to any given situation, would they lash out in brute anger or cower in fear? Weakness would show through these tests, and he would exploit them to bring them their demise or make them submit to him. It wasn't personal, it was simply a job.

His head tilted at the sight of one of the men calling out in anger, throwing a little temper tantrum that would have shook the core of lesser men. So angry, did a poor little twi'lek crush his dreams or was it he was never quite good enough for Daddy or Mommy's standards? He clipped a smoke grenade from his belt, pulling the pin and reading it from his position on the roof top, laying down and prone against the wall, hidden in the shadows of the night sky, his sleek hand would toss the grenade, down towards the center of their little group--the sound of the smoke igniting and billowing out could be heard.

He would reach towards his side, removing two explosive grenades, pulling their pins as well and holding them for a moment, letting them cook. He would then toss it towards the center of the smoke, one of the grenades stumbling and rolling towards the two giant brutes while the other went towards the sight of the red lightsaber that shimmered and hummed through the smoke, maybe it would blast the little ignorant one out of the fight--he doubted it would, but it was just all apart of the plan.

tag: @Narsi

 

[Darth Vrael]

Vrael was on high alert, glaring at every corner of the area. His shouting companion didn't change that, if anything it increased his tension as he anticipated a response. And a response did come, though it wasn't quite what he'd been expecting. A flicker of movement in the corner of his eye, up near the rooftop. And then a orb came hurtling to the ground, hissing as it bounced off the ground with a loud clatter. Vrael reaction was immediate even as he made the connection, a wave of force radiating with a sweep of his hand to smash into the smoking grenade.

The cannister was sent rattling away, bouncing and clanging into the distance where it began smoking up an entirely different area. This action had the side benefit of sweeping away most of the smoke that had been released so far. Vraels attention was then immediately focused upwards, searching the rooftops for whatever he had seen. It was just in time to see the next two objects come falling towards them. More grenades? That was his hunch at least, though he certainly couldn't speak as to what kind they faced. With a thought, he stopped the one heading dropping more towards him with the force.

Its fall halted before even touching the ground whereupon Vrael directed it away with a wave of his hand. The explosive went shooting back the way it came, towards the rooftops. Of course, Vrael didn't know where it had come from exactly, but he was probably in the ballpark. The grenade would probably go off right away, maybe not even reaching its origin. Thankifully, by Vrael's own reckoning, he and the other Sith would be out of range by then. Vrael himself would've been out of range regardless, it had seemed to be dropping towards the Acolyte. Behind them, the two Massassi shouted and dived for cover as the other object came known to them. Thankfully, Vrael and his partner would be out of range of that one.

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@Lazy Swordsman

 

[Tarsus Drast]

Tarsus’ was no longer even giving the pretence that he wasn’t worried. His eyes were trying to find a sign of anything in the room that might give away the position of the enemy, anything that might indicate another presence. The shrill warning of the Dark Side hammered at him, set his teeth on edge, filled his mind with energy that made it impossible to relax. Every fibre, every atom, of his being was flooded with power but with that power came the enhancement of every sense and every emotion which, in turn, could be very turbulent. Thankfully the training Sith went through prepared one for that chaotic internal turbulence but still even the best members of the Orders could struggle to retain control. Right now the Dark Side was feeding the Drast’s paranoia.

It was with this heightened state of mind and his concern about the situation which had begun to border on fear that he spun around sensing Vrael dealing with the smoke grenade. With the air now cleared he caught sight of the two grenades that had come out of seemingly nowhere towards the group. Vrael dealt with the most important one, the one that was a danger to the two Sith, while Tarsus reached out a hand to deal with the second. As the second grenade bounced towards the Massaassi he grabbed it and threw it skyward away from the brutes and towards a random rooftop. If they were lucky it would help the two guards of the Emperor avoid damage. If not at least it wasn’t Tarsus that would be hurt.

Whatever emotion it was that dominated the Acolyte’s mind, be it caution or fear, it was transformed into rage. The rage fuelled the Dark Side and he drank ever deeper from that infinite well of strength. But his fury was like ice.

Deactivating the crimson blade, but keeping the hilt in his hand, he strode over towards the Dark Lord. Reading him he turned his masked face towards Vrael.

“They are not here.” he said coldly. “Someone far more significant than the worms we’d been expecting are here my Lord.”

 

[The Storyteller]

Cy-Zerro
Raxus - 19:52 Galactic Standard Time
Years of Payback in the Making


The mercenary readied himself, sliding his blades out and reading them in both of his hands, his red eye scanning as he saw the younger man throw the grenade that guarded the brutes into the air--erupting it before it caused any damage. The masked man had also successfully thwated his diversion and his lethal attempt to take his life by tossing the grenade back into his direction. How Perceptive.. He thought to himself as he watched the second grenade burst into the air.

Making no time he would hop down from his position on the roof, his blades in hand, watching as the younger man made his way towards the masked man. "It's been a long time since I've seen abilities like the two of yours," his voice hissed in a cybernetic tone. "I assume you're here for that ship.." He paused for a moment as he readied his left hand into a hanging left stance, while his right hand sword readied itself into a short stance position. "No more games or tricks, you two have earned a worthy fair fight. So..shall we see who here is the best swordsman?" His feet dug into the ground, ready for their moves.
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[Darth Vrael]

Vrael nodded in approval when Tarsus dealt with the other explosive. It wasn't their prerogative to watch out for other Sith, but the two Massassi were guarding the rear as ordered. That meant they were important to the task, and also trusting the others to take care of the front. In addition, if something happened like last time, then they could very well need the additional backup. Some Sith would've left the Massassi to their fate and ignored those factors, it was good to see Tarsus wasn't one of them.

The grenades went off a moment later, proving themselves to be the explosive variant by the orange balls of fire that bloomed into existence. Vrael watched it passively, hearing no sign of any screams or other sounds indicative of someone being caught in them. No, the person behind them showed himself a different way soon, by jumping down into view. Vrael turned at the sound to face the new arrival, perking an eyebrow under his helm. Hmm, a cybernetic foe, one holding two curved blades of steel and obviously accustomed to battle.

Apparently the Mon Calamari had taken the smart step of hiring some security, or something of the sort. Which their new foe quickly confirmed with his first words. Vrael let him say his piece, all the while he drew his blaster and got ready. No more games or tricks? The mercenary had the lost that right the moment he'd tried the stunt with the grenades. The moment the man stated he was ready, Vrael reached out with the force and tried to hold the man in place. His blaster rose concurrently, as he tried to fire two shots into the man's chest. He was ready and waiting however, in case things didn't go his way.​

@Lazy Swordsman

 

[Tarsus Drast]

Tarsus turned from Vrael just as he sensed the newcomer arrive. He felt a little shock at the cybernetic individual’s appearance. He held a blade in each hand and the Sith wondered if he was the Assassin he appeared to be. Except he had announced his arrival and challenge the two Sith to straight up combat so if he was one he wasn’t very good at it. Still it appeared the Mon Calamari had been intelligent enough to at least hire someone rather than face the warriors of the Empire themselves.

The younger Drast was tempted to meet this opponent in honourable combat. Many Sith sneered at such things but Tarsus had always respected a man capable of facing his opponent with blade in hand although it was not always the smartest way. He likely would have give this new arrival such a courtesy if he’d challenged them upon their first arrival rather than using bombs and grenades like a coward. No he deserved no such luxury.

Sensing the power being built up by the other Sith Tarsus did the same. The Dark Side flowed through him, the power pulsed in his chest and deciding to follow his master’s lead the Acolyte reached out with his left hand and made a fist. He attempted to wrap the Force around the cyborg and hold him in place with his arms pinned against his body. He felt the Dark Lord do the same so his efforts, if they worked, should simply reinforce what Vrael was already trying to do. As he did so he focused all his effort into tightening the grip, squeezing the new arrival.

He waited to see if Vrael’s shots would land before deciding what his next move would be however Tarsus did ignite the lightsaber in his mechanical hand ready to defend himself in case their joint force attack failed.

@TWD26

 

[The Storyteller]

Cy-Zerro
Raxus - 19:52 Galactic Standard Time
I don't end like this...

-Here's To You, Nicola and Bart-​

Am I filled with Love?
Or am I filled with Pain?

The Mercenary felt the powers of the force pull out, gripping him tightly. It appeared that Sith didn't partake in foolish attempts of honor. I should have figured. He grunted under his breath, as he saw the masked man raise a blaster up towards his chest. And I thought their kind were supposed to have so much more class, a foolish blaster. He grunted as his teeth clenched together as he felt the blaster bolt's crush into his armored chest, damaging the circuitry and causing a fierce pain to shoot through him. "Tarrius Drast..." His voice hissed through the helmet. "Will die..." He panted as his suit began to shut itself down to prevent any further damage to his vital systems. The red light from his visor hummed to a static silence and the man's body fell limp in their control of the force. Cy-Zerro had made a foolish mistake engaging head on.

The warehouse would be left open for the remaining survivors. The Mon Calamari that had been watching the fight proceed could be seen taking off down the road and out of sight. In the end a coward that left another man to do his fighting would surely run to save his own skin. The Sith had won the day, but maybe things would be different in the future.

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[Darth Vrael]

Vrael arced an eyebrow at the mercenaries last words but made no other motion. Simply watching as he lowered the blaster and removed his grasp with the force on the being. In response the man collapsed to the ground like a puppet who had just had its strings cut, the light fading from its mechanical eyes. Shaking his head, Vrael reached out with the force to scoop the prone body up and hurl it off to the side like the garbage it was. The fool was dead, or so he thought, and it was time to reap the rewards finally. Perhaps the mercenary would make better choices now that he had joined the living force.

Stepping forward towards the warehouse, Vrael did not miss the running Mon Calmari. He let the alien go for now, he would get to that little issue later, when he had time to fully convey his displeasure. A good task for some bounty hunters maybe, they were always clamoring for work nowadays. Instead, he moved fully into the warehouse, stepping through the hole the explosives had left in the big door. There it was, a huge shape covered by a massive tarp. Vrael reached out and swept his hand to the side, a sudden gust of wind filling the warehouse. It lifted the tarp off and tossed it to the ground, revealing what lay beneath. It was an Nightshade-Class Pinnace, HIS Pinnace, finally.

Vrael nodded in satisfaction and turned to Tarsus, eyeing the man for a moment. In truth, they hadn't done much, and had managed to dispatch of their enemy fairly quickly. Still, the man had accounted for himself well in his actions. He'd shown a good head on his shoulders and an a good combat awareness. Far more than the previous acolyte had at least. "Good work," he said, before stepping forward to claim his ship. "I'll remember this when your name comes up in the future. You have the makings to go far." The ramp lowered before him, as if welcoming him, after all this time.

@Tarsus Drast
//end thread (For Vrael at least, you can do a final post if you want) ​

 

[Tarsus Drast]

As the machine-like man began to die, or deactivate he supposed, Tarsus frowned at his words. For a moment he thought the cyborg had said his name but it was a Tarrius Drast. The Acolyte couldn’t say he’d heard of that one before but then there where so many of his family and he assumed that this individual was another of the lesser lines who had either never garnered much attention or had risen to prominence after Tarsus had left the Sith of the Core.

He glanced at the fleeing alien and considering giving chance but the Truth was at this distance it was unlikely that they would easily catch him very easily, he was sure that his Master would make sure they met their end sooner or later. Besides it seemed they had what the Dark Lord wanted. Glancing up at the giant ship just as Vrael used the force to sweep the canvas away the Acolyte raised an eyebrow. It was certainly an impressive ship but he didn’t see what all the fuss was about. One vessel was as good as another in Tarsus’ view. He preferred smaller and swifter crafts himself however he supposed an Emperor deserved to travel with a little more style than your average warrior of the Empire.

The Acolyte was still surveying the Pinnacle Class Ship when he noticed the Emperor was observing him. Turning to face the Vrael he bowed respectfully when he received the unexpected praise. “I live to serve my Lord.” he replied respectfully.

As Vrael boarded his new ship the Inquisitor turned and strode towards the exit. . Tarsus would then spend some time checking up on the fallen Imperial Troopers and the pair of hulking Massassi. He would help those that were still alive back to the speeders and then return to the shuttle that they’d initially arrived on as well as getting medical support for the soldiers as soon as he was able. Of course he’d collect the dead too, he didn’t want to leave their gear simply lying around for any peasant to find. He took care of this silently and with the help of any of the soldiers that where still able. There was no need to bother the Emperor with this menial task.

Today had gone well and the Acolyte believed he’d done well in the eyes of his Lord. It had been a good day.