Private A Stray

[Rakaan Horne]

Tamna Korvan

On the hunt.

Sith, seen in the borders of the Empire. In the heart of it all. Entire batallions of stormtroopers in their marble white plastoid begged the Triumvirate with held tongues that they could call this mission their own. To return to Kyber Dark and snuff out those that strayed from the lasting Brotherhood, the pitch socket-visors of their helmets the final stare a Sith would ever see. This was not then. The New Imperial Order was not one crafted solely by the traitors of the slaughtered Sith Empire. In the ashes of the old and dead, the Empire stood.

It bristled with arms, a forceful display of might with the voice of the ruling Triumvirate to reach the far corners of their vast territories set to ensure stability within the realm. But beneath the weight of such sudden change with the demise of the Iron Emperor, the Empire strained. A once strong and united nation had come to see hints of unrest. And with unrest, those worse than any movement are allowed to smuggle themselves onto worlds that would once spit them back into the void.

Rakaan had exterminated one of these pests in recent times. Elom had been the grave of Darth Sephi, and ancient ruins his tomb.

With word of another Sith so near, the Knight found his command set upon him. With another. An older, more experienced Knight. Of which Rakaan knew little, a common trend between himself and his fellows. Beneath the stars, the former Jedi readied a ration and gathered another whilst his eyes set themselves over the small and hardly distant town. Foot traffic dwindled in the late hours, and so too had the lights dimmed. His observation swept across the area again, in search of a beast more machine than man.

That was their Sith, a victim of his own vices.

"Here," his voice cut the silence with the offer of a ration pack, as bland as it so often was. "You should eat."

Rakaan settled himself on the stump of a tree, "Seen anything?"

Barely a hunt. A waiting game.

 

[Tamna Korvan]

I N Q U I S I T O R
THE EMPIRE
SOMEWHERE | THE EMPIRE
TAG: Rakaan Horne

COSMIC SOUL​

Youngins.

It was happening more and more - when seasoned warriors had to accompany rookies on operations. To Amena, it was a waste of productivity. She wasn't nearly as patient as other Knights when it came to pairing up with young blood.

But apparently the kid had stumbled onto some Sith and had deleted one of them.

"You should eat."

Dark eyes narrowed at him.
"Grow some endurance." she deadpanned before turning her attention back to the designated location without accepting the ration pack. Being raised on an arid planet full of nothing, you learn how to get by on the bare minimum until the next shipment of goods come in or you hunt some lizard or other. If you can't fight on an empty stomach, you were weak in a Kandaran's eyes.

"Seen anything?"

She let out a sigh through her nose.
"Not if you keep yapping about oddities. And mask your signature, for Force's sake." the Viper hissed. "Who the hell trained you? A Ghost?" How the hell did this guy off a Sith with his signature flashing a bright red neon sign of "I AM HERE"? Most probably just luck.

At least it didn't take too long for the Darkness to batter at Mena's psyche. The once-Jedi's hand twitched toward a hilt on her belt, but refrained from unclipping.
"He's moving." she observed before she lightly jumped from the fallen tree she had been sitting on and flicking the hood of her dark cloak over her dark-auburn head. Hunting down a cyborg had become just as easy as hunting porgs in her long tenure in the Empire. The Dark Sided signature of their quarry was just an added bonus.

She turned to face the younger Knight.
"You coming, Mr. Insatiable?" she asked him, a slight smirk curling her mouth. Time to see how good he actually was.

 

[Rakaan Horne]

Tamna Korvan

In silent protest, Rakaan had found a sudden and uncontrollable twitch form in the corner of his mouth for one beat and one beat alone. Yet, a concerted effort was made in frustration to roll those two dull blue eyes veiled in the darkness. It was the arrogance of an elder that made it so, so drunk on their hubris and blind to the strengths of the youth. An experience Rakaan had known well, too well and infuriatingly so. He almost snarled in retort, the two rations set aside once an absence of appetite had overcome the Knight so soon after.

Stronger, faster. Better. A prideful voice wished to make itself known from the back of his mind.

He crossed his arms over his chest and listened to her scornful remarks, to think it was once a mission for him and him alone. How Rakaan had wished that was the case here and now, before the need to swallow whatever bitterness formed in his throat and swirled in his stomach.

"I feel him," Rakaan muttered as an answer, content to make use of patience before his partner elected to make a move and make a move right now. In the town, beyond Amena, Rakaan had felt the festering wound in the Force rot; the shuffling, swaying movements that danced from one room to another, yet never left the four-walled would-be home that contained them. To charge down and destroy was quick, efficient, yet it endangered the lives of Imperial citizens all the same.

Rakaan eyed her with a soft smirk of his own, one that seemed more full of disbelief than any form of amusement. "Mr. Insatiable?" He questioned on his walk towards her, fingers grasping for a hood to secure over his head, "That's the best you've got? Maybe stick to focusing on where our friend is instead."