Witching Hour

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Dark creatures congregated in the shadows of New Adasta. The night bequeathed a lavender moon and set the hour softly on the rolling of clock bells. Frigid air piercing the fabric of his garments, Vereshin enjoyed a cigarette before the face of a beautiful inquisitor. Opting for civilian garments, A thick coat hung over his shoulders above a white shirt and pants which tightened at the knee. Gothic architecture speared the horizon, marred by the garish light of technology and neon signage. Imperial propaganda coursed onto the sleet and illuminated in smooth pathways glistening under ice. Leaning inside an alleyway, Vereshin huddled beneath his coat before the inquisitor and cast glances over whores and refute pursuing the deep night.

"A pleasure to make your acquaintance, my lady, my name is Vereshin. We will be apprehending a traitor named Saren." Inhaling deeply on cloves, Vereshin blew smoke into the opposite direction of the woman's face. "He works as a journalist and infiltrates the propaganda machine with pro-Jedi messages." Vereshin kept his true intention for the man a secret. Unconcerned with the plights of traitors and the fanatics meaning to crush them, the dark sorcerer exploited their patriotism to acquire their target for himself.

"He is located in this publishing firm." Vereshin motioned towards a building and discarded his cigarette on the wet ground. "Saren is of use, we must subdue him but not kill him." Slinking beside Tiana, the two Sith approached the building and into the night. Vereshin hovered by the inquisitor and prepared to keep his distance as she began her work.

The soft trail of jazz music sounded muted behind an open window in the block of apartments. A man guarding the door held his stance fast. Raising a hand, Vereshin hovered skeletal fingers before his face and the windows of his turned black and signaled the effect of a spell. Entranced, the guard stepped aside. Nobody knew which side the other held in the bed of the Sith Empire. A spy and a propagandist, the target amassed followers and trusting allies for all the two Sith knew. A cheap housing block, paper peeled off walls and a teal twi'lek checked files behind a desk. Chewing gum, the oblivious young woman hummed along with the seedy tune.

 

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Tiana walked the streets heading towards a meeting. Her steps fell silently on the street. She held her head high, her black hair falling in waves behind her. She kept her eyes forward with no interest the the ones around her. She approached the location given to her. She saw the man before her and gently bowed her head in greeting. She had dressed in more basic clothing to blend more with the people around her.
"A pleasure to make your acquaintance, my lady, my name is Vereshin....."
She listened as the man explained that they would be detaining a traitor and a rare smirk stretched across her lips. She thought to herself id she would perhaps have the wondrous joy of tormenting the traitor after he was captured, but she did not ask. She simply introduced herself, "I am Tiana Vess, and I am certainly the one you want when it comes to traitors."
She walked with him towards the building as he spoke further. She was prepared to handle the guard but the other took care of it first. She admired his discretion and then stepped inside. She looked the twi'lek over before approaching. It was like someone flipped a switch in Tiana, her cold demeanor switched and her cold features became warm and inviting. She approached that desk, "Hello I believe I was told to meet with Saren about a story." She took a quick glance over the desk noticing a list of names and times that she figured were appointments. She scanned it in full and found a useful name. "I am a bit early. Kara Lestra."
She waited patiently for the Twi'lek to direct her to the target. "He is free now. Third door on the left just down the hall there."
Tiana smiled and nodded and walked off assuming the other would follow her. She loved playing a part especially when it was for deceit. When she walked into the office however and made contact with the target he saw that she was not his intended meeting. Her demeanor switched back to her cold emotions. The target stood sensing danger, but Tiana stood between him and the door essentially stopping his escape. She put a single finger to her lip and shushed him, "Silence will help you far more than if you speak." Her eyes flashed and then so did his. An advanced suggestion placed in his mind to keep him silent.

 

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Rubbing the ring on his finger inside his coat pocket, Vereshin watched idly as Tiana approached the receptionist. The teal Twi'lek chewed her gum and received the inquisitor's deception. Keeping by her side, he posed as Tiana's other as they moved into the halls of the apartment building. Journalists carried papers and documenting devices and pursued by the two Sith playing the part of civilians. They reached the room where Saren worked and stood in the doorway. Silence fell for the moment as the journalist raised a glance. Sliding a hand behind Tiana's back to create an illusion of affection, Vereshin covered his mouth and coughed.

"Mister Saren, we are very much interested in your work and have come to report a story." Vereshin spoke with an uplifted tone. A flash in his lime eyes met the gaze of the writer and he moved back slowly in his chair. Tiana strode forward and her partner remained under the frame of the door. As the journalist reached beneath his desk, the lady inquisitor ushered him quiet with her wiles. Watching Saren's hand, Vereshin extended his palm and tapped into the mind of the target.
A flash of light erupted before his face and destroyed his vision.

"Quickly, disarm and catch him." Blinded, Saren, pulled his hand out from beneath the desk and fired a blaster aimlessly. The shot pierced the side wall and missed the window. Footsteps echoed behind the sorcerer and he moved away from the door to allow Tiana to deal with Saren. Guards dressed as civilians readied their aim. Splaying his palms against the air, Vereshin played his charm and maintained the guise.

"You're not welcome here, Sith!" One of the guards shouted. The light bulbs flickered above the stance of the sorcerer.

"Mrs. Amedys and I are interested in your operation and came to share our own work." Speaking casually, Vereshin released a blow of energy from his palms and knocked the guards to their feet. Grasping them within his arcane hold, he froze their bodies with a surge of lightning and left them lifeless on the floor of the corridor.
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[Namira Heart]

Tiana was in front of the target in one fluid motion. She hit a pressure point on Saren's wrist forcing him to release the weapon. Tiana reached forward with her free hand catching the weapon before it hit the ground and then she continued with swinging it across to hit the target upside the head dazing him at the least. She smiled picking up the target over her shoulder. She turned back towards the door and began her way out. The person still standing was the poor twi'lek at the front desk who coward in the corner. Tiana continued out the front door paying no mind to the scared twi'lek and stops outside turning to her partner, "Where to?"

 

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Brushing himself down, Vereshin maintained his stance and listened for his partner. He watched her carry the traitor over her shoulder and silently marveled at her physical strength. The terrified receptionist met them at the end of the corridor and he extended his hand with a flicking gesture to softly calm her mind with the force. Tiana soon joined him and they accompanied each other out of the hotel.

"To the temple." Vereshin revealed to the woman as they stepped outside. He did not know Tiana well enough to invite her into his home and opted for the citadel instead. Frigid wind hit his cheeks once more and he lead the inquisitor to a waiting speeder taxi. The captive groaned and jerked in his unconscious state as the taxi left the ground. They arrived at the Sith temple where armored warriors and arcane waifs pursued their dark deeds. Scaling the floors to find Vereshin's apartment, he gestured to Tiana before stepping inside.

"Wait here." Leaving the inquisitor by the door, he unlocked the door and greeted his servant. "I have a guest, prepare her tea and something to eat." While the servant kept herself distracted, Vereshin invited Tiana inside.

"Bring him in here." He lead her into a room illuminated only by candles. A wooden table painted with a ritual chart stood in the center of the room and Vereshin invited Tiana to strap Saren down. The table, designed for ritual use, sat low and allowed the Sith to step over their victim. "You must be exhausted, Ana has prepared dinner, if you'll allow me to refresh myself." Leading Tiana out of the room, Vereshin's servant waited to bring her into the dining area. The sorcerer dismissed himself and left in the opposite direction.

Vereshin scaled a spiral staircase to enter his bedroom in the ceiling floor. Removing his coat, he used the refresher and washed his face. He swapped his civilian attire for black robes and wore pristine white hose on his legs underneath before enjoying cigarette while waiting for Tiana to finish her meal. Returning downstairs, he gripped the hem of his garments and met her in the dining area.

"Come, I have a gift for you." Vereshin reached out a hand and beckoned the woman to follow him.
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[Namira Heart]

Tiana smiled as she strapped Saren down to the ritual table."He will be waking soon. Or at least I don't think I hit him that hard." She laughs a little. She steps out of the ritual room and followed after the servant as the other left to refresh. She entered the dining room only then noticing her hunger when she saw the food. She sat where they had made a place for her and ate. She sat back and sighed relaxing a few moments her eyes coming to a close as she let herself escape into her mind. A smile stretched across her face as she replayed the take down of Saren. Her mind focusing in on the pistol making contact with his skull, the pain that flashed in his eyes before they darkened and he fell unconscious. Then her eyes flash open hearing the footsteps of the other , her smile fades back to the flat line. She turns hearing him speak. She stands and follows the other to where he leads.
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