Attn: Lilla Syrin
- Crash Site
Unknown Planet, Wild Space
Something, somewhere, was bound to go wrong at some point, no matter how carefully one planned things. There were simply too many variables and unknowns, which even the greatest of planners could not anticipate and today had been one such thing. Darth Tacitus had been secretly meeting with some informants that were supposed to give him some information concerning the whereabouts of the traitor Ra'a'mah. Despite their credentials checking out even to the best of scrutiny, the whole thing turned out to be a setup, orchestrated by the Republic Remnant's Jedi in order to capture him, which they did.
But things wouldn't go exactly according to their plan, either. Through plain bad luck, the ship that was transporting Tacitus towards whichever destination the Jedi had in mind for him, happened to find itself ambushed by pirates who were in possession of a jury-rigged gravity well device. A short firefight later and the small corvette was sent tumbling through the atmosphere of some nameless, uninhabited planet on a plume of flame and smoke.
The Sith Lord awoke a short time after the crash, his Netherworld-twisted body's healing abilities kicking in to repair the damage faster than a normal body would, thus giving him the advantage of regaining consciousness before anyone else did. It did not take him long for him to slip out of his restraints and after quickly retrieving his weapons and activating the transmitter hidden within the hilt of one of his lightsabers, he proceeded to check the crash site for survivors and found only one. A young woman, barely nearing adulthood, whom the Sith Lord proceeded to drag out of the burning wreck of the vessel, having decided to get as far away from the dead ship before the pirates showed up to check for loot. He had no desire to face off against starfighters while armed with only his lightsabers and longsword.
Checking her for hidden weapons, he made sure to restrain her before setting up a small campfire and waited for her to regain consciousness, his unnatural, cat-like eyes scanning the dense foliage around them for threats, while his taloned fingers absently drummed a rhythm on the hilt of the Darkness-marked longsword that hung from his belt.