Coronet was a busy bustling city. Filled to the brim with life, love, and lust. More over, it was the Capitol city, upon the capitol planet for the Corellian Confederation. A new Galactic power that have sprung up in the wake of the Galactic Alliance's fall. While it has been years since that fall out, Many of the Core worlds have been left alone and so many of the old problems arose once more. Poverty rising, Gangs becoming the new Law, and people trying to just make a living. However the Corellian Confederation was doing its part to limit that, and bring the planets together so that they can begin to piece together the broken shambles that was the Galactic Alliance.
Many began to work in whatever field they could. Doing whatever they could do in order to make a living. As for this young man walking down the street? Selling drugs, and having to join a gang, was his best choice. While it wasn't the best, and made the young man have to grow up much faster than his real age, in the recession, he had to do what he could for his brother. The last two of their family after their Widowed father died protecting their world in the wars between the Galactic Alliance.
Walking down the street, he got a glancing eye from two individuals. A man and a woman. Both roughed up and clearly people who thought he would be an easy picking. While the young lad attempted to lead them down an ally, away from others, so that he could make them come at him one at a time, The girl rushed him. Attempting to attack him with a shiv. A makeshift stabbing weapon. Luckily, Darren, was a fast shot. A quick draw of his blaster with two shots to the body and one to the head, made quick work of the lass.
Finding out that this young man was worth more trouble the ruffian began to back pedal. Swearing vengeance upon the young man. Yelling out across the distance.
"You killed my sister! I'll have your head for it! Watch your back you piece of sh-"
Sadly, the man wouldn't finish his words. A dark individual had landed on top of him. Slamming his body into the ground. A cut yell of pain came from the ruffian as the dark individual did something to him. Darren had no clue what happened to the Thug. Did the black person kill him? If so, it was done with a speed and accuracy that Darren knew, outmatched him. With an about face, and a fear in his heart, drove the young lad to run. Sprinting down the ally. Taking a singular second to look back and see the shadow person standing up. However, that one second meant he didn't see the cloaked individual he ran into. Hands grabbed him and disarmed the blaster pistol from the lad. Looking up to see a mask hidden under the shadow of the hood. Yet the hands were white and thin. Female. Painted nails as though they took pride in their appearance.
He started to yell out for help. Shortly cut out by one of the hands twisting him with ease and covering his mouth with a rag. While he didn't smell anything out of place, he slowly started to drift. Feeling tired, and his eyes heavy. Attempting to bite down on the rag, he heard the woman proclaim ouch in pain. Releasing him. However, by that time, the Shadow man had reached them.
His hand came out and forcefully grabbed Darren by the neck, and lower jaw. Lifting him into the air. Eyes turning down to see the Shadow's face. A man with half a respirator covering his face. Eyes black like the void with burning coals for irises. Hair darker than a raven's feathers. While his face was Caucasian, the rest of his skin was black. As dark as soot. Almost as though he bathed in it. A smooth electronic voice almost whispered from the man.
"Points for dedication to live. However, I require your assistance. Whether you like it or not."
Slowly, the Shadow man placed a rag to Darrens face. Once more, feeling the trickles of sleep coming upon him. Leading to darkness.
Placing the kid down, I looked over to my sister. Rubbing her hand where the brat had bit her. Smiling beneath my respirator with a little chuckle, she looked over to me and shook her head.
"When he wakes up, I get first dibs."
"You are more than welcome to darling. However, we first need to collect the bodies. Get the other one down the street and check the slag if she is still alive. We need all the bodies we can get."
"No. I can't sell them to you for that low of a price! Even if they are no better than trash."
"My master will pay you handsomely for them. While he does need slaves of a fine quality which you have most faithfully provided, we require some warm bodies. Just anyone. You know that HE is good for his word."
"Yes you are right, but I would be selling them to you at a far lower price than what I paid for them."
"Consider this a favor then. Should we need your services again, HE can provide you a reward as a loyal provider and customer."
The slaver considered his options. For the past two months this singular man came by every couple days. Buying slaves that would be sent to an auction for the wealthy people, or those who were able to come to a specific area. While he felt it was sketchy to begin with, considering the man seemed to be very religious with the same robes every time, and even carrying a bladed sword, they had spent millions worth of credits on slaves. They became his biggest customer within the span of a couple weeks.
Having this kind of pool of credits, and even gifts given to him, was quite helpful. He paid off his air speeder, and mortgage in that time. He also got his wife some new dresses and jewelry. Stating that work was booming for him with more customers coming in all the time. While his store selling pawned items, it was a front for a Slave trade. Not only had this individual purchased slaves, but weapons, and gear, and even random items throughout his shop. Turning to face the robed man,
"As long as I get a reward, and have your word that I won't hear about this stuff, then yes. They are yours."
"Your kindness astounds me Sir. I will transfer the credits to the agreed account."
"Do you mind me asking about the reward sir?"
"Yes. We had thought you might ask. Turn around and look."
As the man turned around, he found his wife walking in. Right behind her was another robed individual with a pistol held to her back. Visible bruises were on her face, neck and arms. The salesman's face widened in fear and realization. Turning around back to the other, he saw a blur coming right before his face. Pain flooded his vision as he heard the screams of his wife before his vision went dark.
"You did what you had to. I fault you not. However, you were sloppy. There were witnesses."
"I humbly apologize for my transgressions. I accept any punishment you deem worthy Master."
"Very well. I am glad you have come forth. Please, look upon our Eclipse."
The young follower was kind, and followed without fail. A younger man barely beneath my own age. However, he failed. He created a situation where there was a trail. Finding hooligans of a gang, or prostitutes that had no one to care for them were easy to hide. However, a store owner in broad daylight? This young man made my process with our cult more difficult now. We would likely have Corsec come down and investigate. Heaven's forbid the Green Jedi. A group that worked with the Confederate.
As the young man turned to face the mural of a moon eclipsing a star, the bright corona flaring ever so slightly with the silks against the matte finish of the black. As the young man stood there, beginning to bow his head and pray, I gingerly removed my lightsaber from its sheath without a sound. Slowly moving the emitter to the small of his back, before igniting the weapon.
A loud snap followed with a deep guttural hum. The young man didn't cry out in pain. He spoke nothing. Just winced and continued to pray as the bar of plasma melted into his body. Holding his shoulder with my other hand, I pulled the blade up into his chest and then removed it. Killing the young man by slicing a hole from just above his hips, to the collar bone. His body fell to the floor as I released him and ceased function of the Lightsaber.
The man who had been with him walked up. Praying as well. In a smooth voice with disappointment flowing through it.
"Now, speak of your sins my son."
A crowd gathered. While they were looking over the square within a plaza. Over night, someone had left behind something in the square. People came to look at what was going on. While it was now sanctioned off by holographic barriers by the local police and Corsec forces. What laid in the middle of this, was a pile of burned, and disfigured body parts. The bodies are so mutilated by some weapons, and burned so badly, attempting to get fingerprints, or DNA that has not been damaged would be quite the task.
The pile wasn't just lazily put there. It was arranged in various Sith Symbols and letters. While most would not notice this configuration, they knew it had to mean something. With so many bodies cut up and placed in specific formations, removing them may make the situation worse than it already is. With so many unknowns, many were dressed for bomb gear, and even radiation.
As one of the Green Jedi Stands off to the side, Covering his face and clutching his chest. One of the Corsec officers walks over to the young Jedi. Placing a hand on his shoulder.
"It will be fine son. I know its not the best thing to look at."
"No its worse."
"What do you mean?"
"I can feel it. In the force... Its corrupted. Vile and filled with such darkness. Its nauseating. Its difficult to think or to hold down my lunch."
"I... let me call for some more Jedi. If something is wrong as you say it is, we may need some backup."