An Assassin in an Alley.

[Jayce Vitulas]

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Region: Core Worlds​

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Sector: Humbarine sector​

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System: Humarine system​

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Planet: Humbarine​

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There was a big crowd tonight. Tonuka and the Big Shots were on stage for the fourth time this week, and the people were loving it. The Slug and Trug was a big deal on the city planet of Humbarine. Known for their imported drinks, everyone felt at home when they walked through the door. When things got rowdy, the bouncers would beat the snot out of the guys responsible. No one really cared what was going on inside the bar, all they wanted was a drink, a show and for people to leave them alone. Bounty Hunters would come to this system, looking for a hot ticket to pay the bills. Some of them were ugly as sin and would creep out the waitresses working there. The party never stopped at the Slug and Trug, no matter what. When it got hot, it was like an egg on a skillet. The cool air outside would blow right through the windows just at the right time, it made the customers feel like an angel was watching over them. The bar had to shut down on three separate occasions, just to expand the property. Every week, more and more people would slither on in. It was becoming too much for the owner to take, but credits rolled in and that man was too greedy to give it up. Tonight was a very different night though. Something was off about the place. An aura of darkness was filling the establishment to the brim. Everyone felt cold, scared and lonely, it was very ominous.

In the back, usually the spot for Ross Bishop and his boys, there was a man sitting in their booth. The man was extremely tall, for a humanoid, wearing a large snow white coat. He had metal shoulder pieces, black gloves and white boots with straps wrapped around them. The hood of the coat covered his head, the place was too dark to see what was hidden underneath. On the table sat two shot glasses and a gas mask made of metal of some kind. No one had ever met this man before, but everyone knew that feeling of dread was coming from him. The customers in the bar tried to avert their eyes. If he was the one causing this sensation of misery, it was best to stay away. The hooded figure asked the waitress for two more rounds. She was quick about it. The fear gripped her, this was not someone to keep waiting. Moments later, Ross Bishop walked through the door.

"What's up party people!? Daddy's home!" The emotion in the room switched. Ross was a beloved member of this nightclub, it was good he came to lighten up the mood. In another second, Bishop's friends waltzed right in after him. They gave the same spiel, without the "Daddy" part. Suddenly the rooms attention shifted to the man sitting in Ross' booth.

"Hey buddy!" Bishop screamed across the room to the stranger in his favorite spot. "You can't sit there, that's my seat." The room was quiet, no one wanted to intervene.

The outcast took a swig of his last shot and rested it back down on the table. He then proceeded to sit there, waiting for Bishop to give up and walk away. Bishop wasn't afraid of this man, he hadn't been there long enough to feel the stale air swimming around. "I'm a Bounty Hunter pal, I eat people like you for breakfast. If you get up now, I'll forgive this act of rudeness." The hooded figure picked up his drink again. He swirled it around and looked at it for a few seconds. "You are an uncultured swine. Nothing more." Bishop was angry now. "I'm a what?!" The figure took the last sip and slammed the glass back down onto the table. The room was completely silent, not even the bouncers said a word. The white coated man picked up his helmet, pushed his hood back and put the grim headgear on. It was to dark to see what the phantom man looked like. Twisting slightly to the left, then the right, it made a clicking noise. The helm locked to the inner torso piece under the strangers coat. He placed the hood back on and began to speak again but, this time the tone was different. Not to long ago, it had a rough, dead sound to it. Now, it was mechanical. "You are an uncultured pig. Was swine too hard for you? Terribly sorry." The headgear had a voice changer inside. Perhaps it was meant to keep the identity of the person wearing it a secret, or maybe to give it a more menacing appeal.

The crowd was in utter shock. They turned to Bishop, who's face was a cherry red. "I heard what you said, you freak! Why don't you say that to my face!" The dread ridden man stood up, he was just five inches away from hitting the ceiling. Bishop swallowed hard. The specter walked towards him, people in the way quickly stepped aside. He was now standing right in front of Bishop. Looking down at the 5'8 man, the stranger spoke. "You know, pale is a horrible color on you." He was referring to Bishop's skin. The bravado was gone and fear laid in its wake. "Uh... Uh." Words could not form in the Bounty Hunters mouth. "That's what I thought." The tall man looked at the waitress who served him his drinks. "Thank you ma'am. The credits are on the table with a tip." He turned around and walked out the door. The room sat stagnate.

Walking out of the bar and into an alleyway, the white coat started to fade into the dark. Bishop ran out of the building and yelled to the masked man. "Where do you think you're going? I ain't through with you yet." His voice was stuttering as he spoke. The ghost like man turned around. "You really are the dimmest light in the room, aren't you?" He looked at Bishop for a good long moment. "My name is Xavier Zarbel and I am a Sith. I heard your name from the couple sitting across from me. I thought I ought to tell you before you die." Xavier extended his hand and Bishop came flying right into it. Bishop's boots dragged on the cobblestone path till his neck slammed into Xavier's hand, it then began to choke him. "You know why you don't boast about being a killer? Because eventually, a better one will come to take you down." The tightening grew worse. Bishop gasped for air. "I'm sorry, I didn't catch that." The mechanical voice was mocking Bishop as he slowly choked to death. Bishops boys had enough. They charged at Xavier. The Sith threw Bishop's dead corpse right at them. They caught him but were too distracted to know what was coming next. Xavier gabbed one of his two lightsaber hilts from his belt. A blood orange blade erupted from the hilt. Xavier began to swing his saber. The sounds of screams and humming filled the air. There was five men that followed the Bounty Hunter around, now there was none. The pieces of the dead men were scattered in every direction.

"I think I had too much fun with this," said the mechanical voice, echoing down the alley.

[member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

"Perhaps, but it was too good of a form to not be enjoyed." A single voiced called out to [member="Xavier Zarbel"] , echoing down the ally way. A cloaked figure stepped down towards the bodies, everything covered by the thick cloth. It seemed to be black, but in reality it was a dark red. Step by step the man went, and as he got closer a smile could be seen on his face. There was something off about him. Wrong. The Force, no, the Dark clung to him, just like the cloak he wore. A second skin, cold, heartless. This man was a nightmare to his core.

The taller being didn't stop his advance till he was right in front of the human, stepping his way through the dead bodies and on them if they happened to be underfoot. There was no respect for the dead, or any sort of care. A flash of red from under his hood revealed a single blood red eye seeming to glow staring right at the acolyte, wide with amusement. "You called yourself Sith, but that's not entirely true yet, now is it? Perhaps you have a claim to it, but no formal training? I can't tell myself, but I can assume. Those lightsabers suggest at least a little, but most Sith would just kill them all with the Force. Are you different? Or undertrained?" A simple question, but with a far darker intent. The eye that watched had narrowed not in hate or spite, but pure joy. The smile had become a toothy grin, and this Sith Lord couldn't help but be excited for an answer.

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[Jayce Vitulas]

Xavier was pleased with what he had wrought. The sight of the mutilated body parts was calming to him. It was amusing to see the fear in Bishops eyes as his windpipe was crushed to dust. Then, out of no where, a voice began to chime down the bleak alleyway.

"Perhaps, but it was too good of a form to not be enjoyed." Xavier turned his head to see a shadowy figure staring at him, grinning. As the man stepped ever closer to the gleaming street lamp above Xavier's head, the Sith began to notice something. The cloak he was wearing was not black, it was dark red. An eye poked through the abyss that positioned under his hood. It was as red as blood, and gleamed in the light. "You called yourself Sith, but that's not entirely true yet, now is it? Perhaps you have a claim to it, but no formal training? I can't tell myself, but I can assume. Those lightsabers suggest at least a little, but most Sith would just kill them all with the Force. Are you different? Or undertrained?" The eye narrowed as the man spoke. To a normal man, this would haunt his dreams for the rest of their life. This was not the case for Xavier, it was enticing.

"I am a Sith. I was born into this life and have embraced it. Though it maybe true that my skills are lackluster, I will grow stronger. When the time comes, I will be the most powerful Sith Lord this galaxy has ever seen!" Xavier's mechanized voice was rising. This specter had broiled something inside him. He didn't understand why. Did his question really strike a nerve with me? Maybe my next statement would shed light on this fool. "The reason I didn't kill the miserable vermin quickly, is because I hate to waste good fun. Seeing the fear in a man's eyes right before he dies, makes my adrenaline rush."

Xavier enjoyed telling the strange man, what the rush of a good kill felt like.

[member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

"The most powerful Sith Lord in the galaxy huh? That's a tall order you know. I've seen a couple, made more. I could even make you. But look at this, all this needless, senseless murder. This will get you no where. A Sith is nothing without allies you know. And if you want to kill someone, make it quick. Precise. Without anyone knowing you where there, or that you did it. There's nothing more thrilling than to kill someone with no one the wiser." There was a crackling noise to fill the alleyway as the Sith spoke. Lightning ran down the arms of Ferus as he watched the boy, unable to keep in this excitement. Here and there the blueish bolts formed, filling the air with a smell of burning.

"I can make you into anything. Tell me, what is it you truly want to be?"

 

[Jayce Vitulas]

Xavier was astonished at what he was seeing. The crackling lightning swarmed around the phantom's hand. "I can make you into anything. Tell me, what is it you truly want to be?" The words spoken hummed in the young Sith's ears.

"I want to be a Sith Lord. I want to become the most fearsome assassin in the galaxy. I want it all." Xavier was emotionless. The excitement he felt about the murders he just committed, seemed pointless. The Hooded figure had stuck such woe in Xavier, that he could barely stand.

"What can you do, to make it so?" Xavier stood there. Eagerly awaiting the response that may change his life, forever.

 

[Darth Ferus]

"I can make you into this Assassin. I can show you how to blend into the shadows and strike from the darkness. All I ask, is that you kneel. I will become your master, teach you everything I know, and you will do as I say and ask, without question. That is, until you are strong enough to question. Respect for those stronger than you, until you are the stronger one, remember this." The lightning died down as the enjoyment in Ferus's eyes and his smile faded, leaving only the red eye to stare down at [member="Xavier Zarbel"] . ​"Should you fail, fall behind, or should I grow bored, I will end your life without hesitation. You accept this, and your life is forfeit upon any failure. Everything you do, you will do as if your life is on the line, for it will be. Understand?" He would not wait for a response. The cloaked figure turned on a heel, making his way down the same path he had taken to greet Zarbel. Step by step he would go, waiting to see how this human would react to his life being threatened. To this ultimatum of an offer. Would he risk everything for power, or would he play it safe? Choose wisely, boy.

 

[Jayce Vitulas]

Xavier stood there. In a fraction of a second, he was a on a knee. "Please Master, train me in the ways of the Sith. My life is forfeit, should I not complete any order you give." The young Sith learned early on, when you are presented power, don't shy away from it. The thrill of a new challenge was exciting to him. Life till now suddenly seemed meaningless. If I don't do this now, I will regret it forever.

The air was heavy with the Darkside. The looming darkness filled the streets of Humarine. Tattered corpses laid stiff and were the only witnesses to this event. If the galaxy was to fear anything, it would need to fear this. The tutelage from one such as [member="Darth Ferus"], would mean another Lord of the Sith. It would be a death sentence to all things that lived.

This was the decision. This was his goal. Xavier wanted nothing more than to be the best he could possibly be. An Assassin was a hard life, but he didn't care. It was the will of the Force that these two would meet. He would become stronger and the galaxy would know his name.

 

[Darth Ferus]

A smile formed on the face of the Sith as [member="Xavier Zarbel"] spoke. Good, he understood. "Follow me then, we can get started right away." A slight wave of his hand would encourage the boy to follow him. "I have a target here, might as well use you to kill him, right? The boss of those thugs you killed no less. He's at the top of this building. I was gonna use those dudes suits, but they're kind of.. Ruined now. So, you're going to help me rip right through them. No stealth, no guile. All out bloodshed, understand? Of course, I'll show you a thing or two before we go. What do you know of the Force?" Ferus began to take the long way around the building, seeming to be in no hurry. He wasn't about to send the boy in to do something the Lord wasn't sure he'd be able to do, that wouldn't be fair after all. Darth Ferus wasn't looking for a punching bag, but rather a real student.

 

[Jayce Vitulas]

Following [member="Darth Ferus"] around the building, Xavier began to speak.

"The Force is the essence of the Sith. It controls everything and gives us strength. Through passion we bend it to our will, then we are stronger than any normal person." He felt that answer was sufficient but wanted to cover all of his bases. "If you are asking as to what I know, I can give you a simple list. Force jump, sprint and pull."

Xavier wasn't the best trained Sith. All that he had learned was by accident, he was still new to the Force. The knowledge he had was from missions he completed in the past. He practiced these moves to jump higher, sprint longer and to pull enemies closer. They kept him alive, that's all he needed them for.

 

[Darth Ferus]

"The Force is not just for the Sith. Anyone can use it. The Sith use it through passion, through emotion. I assume you know the code." Ferus raised a hand then, calling over through the force one of the blasters of the dead thugs, where it floated just above his hand. With a slow spin of his finger Ferus had the gun spinning in the air. It wasn't the most amazing spectacle of the Force, but it was something. "This is called grip, though names are useless for the Force. Pull the gun to you, and start spinning it just above your hand. You're going to need to learn how to grip things through the Force for this little task." Without looking behind him he 'tossed' the gun for [member="Xavier Zarbel"] . "Should be simple enough. If you'd like a hint, let me know."

 

[Jayce Vitulas]

It was cold tonight. The city was loud and full of people just trying to have a good time. The bar that once housed Xavier for a few drinks, had become the place of death. First a gang of thugs, now a man Xavier didn't even meet yet. The ideas of blood and carnage made him thirsty. His eyes gazing at the huge building his new master was leading him around. The atmosphere was coursing with dread. It brought a smile to Xavier's face.

The Master asked him if he knew the code. Xavier read the creed over a hundred times, he loved what was written. If it was up to him, he'd brand it on his back. In mid thought, the Master began to show Xavier the force grip ability. He watched one of the thugs guns spiral in the air. It wasn't too flashy, but it was enough to grab Xavier's attention. [member="Darth Ferus"] spoke before tossing the gun towards Xavier, "Should be simple enough. If you'd like a hint, let me know."

Watching the gun spiral through the air, Xavier reached out his hand. Pulling things toward him was easy but he never made them levitate. The gun started to move towards him. He began to twist his hand, the gun still came closer. Frustrated, he jerked his arm, the gun fell to the cold hard ground.

"Darn it." Xavier failed the first task presented to him by his new master. "I'll take that hint now."

 

[Darth Ferus]

"Stop overthinking it, that's all. The Force acts the way you want, no matter how. The problem is how to make it so. Just envision it in your head, believe, and make the Force do it. Use your emotions and focus on the task. You'll be spinning that until we reach our destination. Then, I'll tell you what you need to do, alright?" Step by step the Sith went, never once looking back to see how [member="Xavier Zarbel"] was doing. Instead, he was focused on how exactly he would test this upcoming Sith. Perhaps throw him to the wolves and see how he handles himself when death is knocking? Or task him with not being found and kill the target? The second would probably be too easy as Ferus would have to become the distraction.

First it was then, just as he had stated earlier. Hmm, maybe this would be a good time to teach him how to simply grip and use items to bash his foes dead? Or perhaps something with his lightsaber. Oh yes, this grip would be pretty helpful with a simple lightsaber throw. He couldn't help but grin at his wonderful idea. The two had made it to the last long stretch of road, right where the club would be seen just a few feet ahead. It would be an hour or two walk, here's hoping the boy could learn fast.

 

[Jayce Vitulas]

"Stop overthinking it, that's all. The Force acts the way you want, no matter how. The problem is how to make it so. Just envision it in your head, believe, and make the Force do it. Use your emotions and focus on the task. You'll be spinning that until we reach our destination. Then, I'll tell you what you need to do, alright?" Xavier listened intently as his master spoke. Picking up the gun that was dropped in front of him. He looked at it for a few moments as the two were walking. I must concentrate. He began to envision what he wanted to do. In his mind, he thought about the blaster spinning above his palm. Looking deep within, he felt the force calling to him. Use your passion, use your emotions to light the way. The voice chimed ever so calmly.

"I can do this." Xavier exclaimed. Laying his hand flat, his palm facing towards him, the gun sat directly on top. The blaster began to twitch, creeping itself into the air. It was a good five inches from his hand now. Xavier began to imagine it spinning. The thug's weapon mirrored what the young Sith saw in his mind. It continuously spun in a counter clockwise motion. Faster. The command was obeyed. The velocity of the spinning began to speed up. Slower. Again, it reacted to the order.

"I did it!" The mechanized voice cried out. Hoping that his master would turn to see what he had accomplished.

 

[Darth Ferus]

"Good, good. Now, do the same thing with your lightsaber. Your first test. When we break through those front doors, you're to get all the guards attention. That's the easy part. The difficult part? You can only use your lightsaber, and you can only fight by sending it out for your foes through the Force. Essentially the same thing you're doing now. Should be a good way to practice. Don't worry, you can use them to defend yourself however you'd normally. But to attack, only that. Can't even punch. Understand?" Finally the Sith turned his head to look at [member="Xavier Zarbel"] , a crooked smile plastered on his face. Yes, he was enjoying this. But, given the training of the thugs inside and the sadistic nature of his new apprentice, this should be easy.

The pair would stop just outside the double doors, where a line waited to get by the bouncer. They wanted in on the hip happening place that was the Dark Club. No, it wasn't really named that, but that's what Ferus figured it ought to be called. Well, that's what he figured all clubs should be called. One train mind and all that. A red gaze traveled down to the man beside him, winking.

"Shall we get started then? Get the attention, I'll kill the mark. Simple simple."

 

[Jayce Vitulas]

The first test was about to begin. Observing his surroundings, Xavier looked at the bouncer. Easy. As he approached the door, the bouncer began to pipe up.

"You got a reservation here pal?"

"Do I look like I need a reservation?" Before the bouncer could speak, Xavier's blood orange lightsaber slipped its way through the man's neck. The bouncer's head rolled off his shoulders. It had begun.

Moving into the club, the guards began to take aim. With a smile under his grim looking mask, the young Sith used his first lesson. Throwing one his sabers across the room. Like a boomerang, it began to slice through every man that was on the top balcony. The saber returned to Xavier's hand. Removing the other hilt from his belt, he ignited it, and crossed his arms. The guards opened fire. Force jumping out of the way of the laser bolts, he began to throw his saber again. One never left his side, just in case he was forced in to close range combat. The body guards of the mystery man were dropping like flies. Now this is how to party. Xavier was getting excited. Suddenly, a blaster shot grazed his arm. Falling to the ground, he heard a guard celebrating. Looking up from the table he fell behind, Xavier threw both sabers at the individual. One saber slicing through the man's legs, the other, sent the top part of his skull flying off the balcony. The sabers returned. Wonder if the master is having this much fun?


[member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

Ah, the carnage began, and with a smile the Sith Lord calmly passed on by. His cloak was gone, showing him dressed as just another one of the thugs, and with the violence going on he was unnoticed. Like a shadow he slipped by the guards, them none the wiser as they stared out at the orange lightsaber. Perfect. Now, just don't die, [member="Xavier Zarbel"] . There is much to show such a quick learner. Reaching the next floor Ferus watched several guards rush by him, all armed to the teeth to deal with this intruder. Like before, Ferus went unnoticed. Perhaps it was the outfit, perhaps a bit of the Force, either way, he continued on.

Till he reached the bosses room. A large Wookie stood outside the door, arms crossed. A body guard, huh? Well, this will be interesting. " 'Go downstairs and fight.' " Ferus smiled then, shaking his head. He would have said something, but a bolt from the hairy beast's bowcaster shut him right up. " 'Go, or die here.' " Red eyes narrowed at the beast. If that's how he wanted to do this, that's how it would be done.

 

[Jayce Vitulas]

It seemed like an endless cycle. When one cared perished, two more took his place. The sounds of sabers being thrown and sliding through each new foe was ravishing to Xavier. The smell of burning flesh filling the air breathed new life into the young Sith. A second wind was flourishing within him. He began to dance to the sounds of screams that his enemies bellowed. Sublime. Simply sublime.

The rain of blaster shots began to flow his way. Jumping behind the bar, Xavier began to wait. Feeling the steps vibrate towards him, smiling, he jumped up into the air. Spinning on his was down to the ground, he stopped in the center of the night club. Pressing his sabers into the floor, the guards pointed their rifles at him. "Now boys, I'll give you all a chance. If you wish to leave now, I will let you live. Whoever refuses however, will taste hot plasma in hell." The mystery man's bodyguards stood ready to fire. One of the men ran from the top of the stairs to the exit, screaming all the way down. "Well, he was a smart cookie." The barrage had begun. Neon red lights gleamed across the center of the building.

"Alright then." Jumping once more, Xavier land in front of a small group stationed in the back. Vroom. The twin blades stabbed one man in the gullet and split from his mid section, slicing two more men next to the original. "I've grown tired of throwing these things, going to do this the old fashioned way." Spinning on his heels, he ran towards another group. Slicing and dicing his way up the stairs. Ten men fell, there was another thirty to take their place.

[member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

Before the Sith laid the broken body of the Wookie. It wasn't as pleasurable of a fight as Ferus had expected. Right out of the gate the Lord had unleashed a violent torrent of lightning, excited for this challenge, only to find his foe, like most others, succumbing to the brutal assault. A frown had settled on the lips of Ferus as the Wookie began to beg for his life. Wookies don't do that, they're prideful beings. Honorable. A quick twist of his hand, and the neck of the whimpering beast snapped.

A quick kick sent the door to this mysterious man's quarters right across the room. Perhaps a bit overdone, but one of the last line of defense bodyguards was caught with the door, smashed between it and the wall. Nice way to repaint the room, right? Red eyes traveled to the remaining two. They were shaking. The smell of fear was potent, pleasurable. Much better than the Wookie. Ferus expected mere humans to be terrified. They both raised up their guns, ready to fire, but the guns were wrenched from their hands. Both of Ferus's hands were up, reaching out with invisible tendrils of the Force. A smile formed on the lips of this sadistic man as he turned the guns on their owners.

Bang.

The headless bodies dropped, followed by their guns.

"You know, this has been quite the trip, trying to get to you. You should really have an open door policy." A joke. Ferus had just killed all these people, and was cracking out laughs for one and all, except no one was laughing. Slowly the chair turned to show a fat human, visibly sweating. "A.. Ah.. Lord Ferus. I.. I had heard you died.. W.What a ple-" The pressure around his throat quickly silenced his blabbing. A look of boredom took over the Lord's features as his hand remained outstretched.

"You know I never truly die. And now you know not to try and take advantage of my disappearances. Correction, your successor does." A close of a fist, a crack of a neck, and Ferus turned to head back down to [member="Xavier Zarbel"] . From what he could feel, and hear, the boy was alive and doing rather well. Here's hoping he can survive long enough for Ferus to get there and assist. Bonus points if he wins withing the Sith's help.

 

[Jayce Vitulas]

The atmosphere of the night club was getting stale. One by one, bodies fell in a bloody and steamy spectacle. The twin sabers that Xavier "extracted" from pirates back in the day, had created a graveyard. Heads, limbs, torsos, everything. There was no one left in the club that could stop the young Sith. He played his role and did it proudly. There was ten guards left, they were scared and wanted to run out the door. Unfortunately, they were dead either way. If they fought this man with two laser swords, expelling heat, they were dead. If they ran and their boss did survive the uproar, they were dead or worse, their families were dead. To sacrifice ones self or watch as loved ones get torn apart? Both sides of the spectrum were not pleasant, these were indeed dark times.

Xavier turned to the last ten men that sat with empty rifles and blood stains from their fellow comrades. "Gentlemen, I implore you to come at me. I gave you a chance to run and you did not accept. Now die with the rest of your brothers." The mechanized voice was mocking them. They could feel the energy pulsing from the lightsaber as it hummed. When times get tough, its fight or flight.

The small group of men began to charge at the Sith, hoping numbers would improve their odds. It didn't. Slicing and dicing his way to victory, Xavier noticed that his smile was going from ear to ear. His excitement of the mass killing was too much for his face to contain. When the last body dropped, it was the tip of a mountain of corpses. Xavier climbed the rotting flesh all the way to the top and sat upon them, hoping to empress [member="Darth Ferus"]. Waiting for his master to see the carnage of fifty dead men. His body had grown heavy, his eyes were sagging. The battle had worn him out. Pain reached for him, he examined himself. There were five dark red marks on his shoulder, lower back and his legs. Blood oozing from them, he laughed.

"You can't fight a battle and not expect to take a couple flesh wounds." His body went limp and slide down the summit, crashing on the floor.

Hope the master succeeded in his mission. I did my best to distract them. He passed out, the smile was glued to his face.

 

[Darth Ferus]

And a mountain of corpses the Lord did see. A chuckle escaped the lips of the Sith as he looked upon the carnage. [member="Xavier Zarbel"] had exceeded his expectations by far. Sure, the thugs weren't that well trained, but they had numbers. Numbers that didn't seem to matter. Or, perhaps, they did. Walking through the bodies he would find this acolyte, correction, his acolyte slumped on the floor. So he was adding his own blood to the mix? Well, that wouldn't do.

Without very much effort, or care, Ferus raised a hand to lift the boy up. In a rather tight grip (for his safety) Darth Ferus turned to leave the building, but not before one last look at this prospects hard work. So many dead, it was beautiful. With a smile the Sith Lord left, apprentice in 'hand' to the nearest imperial medical station. There, he would sit and wait for Xavier to awake from his bacta bath. They had much to talk about.