An Assassin in an Alley.

[Jayce Vitulas]

It was the same dream as before. The shedding of blood, the ripping of muscles and the breaking of bones. Xavier's dreams where nightmares for anyone else, hell in every space that filled his head. He believed these manifestations in his mind was the future. To conquer the way of the assassin, to hide in the shadows and descend onto an unexpected victim. If anyone was going to get him to were he needed to be, it was [member="Darth Ferus"].

Feeling the cooling liquid that flowed around his skin, stimulated his brain to awake from his sleep. One eye cracked open, looking around to see where he ended up. It seems that his master had brought him to a medical station. So I survive once again. This poor galaxy will never be rid of me. The Valha laughed and bubbles erupted from his oxygen mask. The machine next to him was counting down. Each digital number that ticked, fueled the anticipation Xavier was feeling. He wanted out, he wanted to continue to learn how to kill more efficiently. Gazing over to the west part of the room, he saw his clothes, still drenched in blood. Guess I need to find a new coat. The Sith's eye soon fell once more. When he woke up again, he was laying in a medical bed.

I hope Master didn't leave me here. I must keep training.

 

[Darth Ferus]

Ferus was still there, watching from his corner of the room. He had waited, curious on how long it would take [member="Xavier Zarbel"] to recover. No doctors or nurses spoke to him, even the droids avoided his gaze. Some knew exactly who he was. The assassin dressed in red. The man of death. What was he here doing here, watching this nameless shot up person get healed? Was this boy perhaps another assassin?

Finally the boy stirred, and with a smile the Sith Lord finally got up from his seat. Slowly he walked over, nodding once. "Good to see you awake. Shall we get started?"