Scourge of Gold
The skies above Dromund Kaas were darkened with the blue-gray hues of rolling storm clouds. The sounds of the rain that impinged upon the many streets of New Kaas City, coupled with the constant distant rumbling of thunder was almost enough to drown out the sounds of the city entirely. Darth Avernus stepped up to the threshold of the New Kaas City Spaceport entrance, opening up his umbrella beneath the rain, sending water in thick streams off the synthetic fabric before stepping beneath it. Lighting flashed and thunder cracked in a relentless volley for several seconds before the relative calm of the rainfall continued as if oblivious to the very conflict in the skies. Avernus pulled his hood up to protect his ears from the sharp winds that their comfort. Despite the erratic and tense storms that constantly assaulted the metal walls of New Kaas City, Avernus always found a bizarre sense of calm here.
Darth Avernus approached the airspeeder he had arranged to meet him a few blocks distance from the spaceport. The door opened as he approached, and he stepped into the covered cab and closed his umbrella outside of the cab before pulling it inside. The door whizzed and hissed as it shut automatically, sealing with a low click. The Seneschal-series factotum droid turned from the driver's seat to Avernus who had seated himself in the back. The droid spoke in a hollow yet delighted monotone. "I am pleased to serve you again, Lord Avernus. Where do you wish to go?" Avernus adjusted in his seat and sat back into a more relaxed position before responding.
"New Kaas City detainment center."
"Yes, my lord. Our estimated time of arrival is approximately twelve minutes."
Avernus tapped a button on the door and a barrier came up between himself and the droid, confining him to the privacy of the back seat. He slumped his cheek against his fist and stared out of the window of the airspeeder. The hum of the engines and the roaring drone of the rain melded together into a deep sort of white-noise from behind the viewports. He closed his eyes to relax and wait to arrive at his destination. The dark side didn't allow this, pulling a distant memory to the front of his mind in the form of a vision. The memory of fighting a Jedi and Padawan in neutral space, defeating them and then engaging the backup Jedi that responded to their distress call. A padawan escaped the fate of their master at his hands that day, and that fact felt significant in the vision. The faces and details were vague, even in the vision, his memory failed to recall every detail. Avernus had hardly given this any though since it happened, Sith kill Jedi, Jedi kill Sith, it wasn't too significant in his point of view. If he had such a vision surely it must be relevant for some reason, right? He'd remain mindful in case the dark side brought the meaning before him, as it tended to do.
The airspeed arrived at the New Kaas City detainment center, parking beneath an awning that shielded the reception area from the constant bombardment of precipitation. He stepped out of the speeder and continued through the doors of the detainment center, taking down his hood as he entered. A Duros female quickly approached him upon his entrance, "My lord, welcome to the containment center. I assume you are here for the prisoner we spoke about?"
"Yes. Our conversation piqued my interest. I would like to meet them."
"Of course, my lord. My apologies, I wasn't aware that you were coming. We'll have her transferred to a visiting cell-"
"No, no," Avernus interrupted the warden's frantic, anxious prattling.
"Wherever she is being held is fine..."
Darth Avernus paused for a brief moment.
"We spoke of a lightsaber?"
The sliding security doors fizzled open as Darth Avernus and the warden stepped into the containment room. Two rows of rectangular cages, with walls of forcefields, lined each side of the room. The only inhabitant of the room was a Zeltron woman in the farthest rectangular forcefield cage to the left wall. The warden stepped back out of the room as Avernus headed down the row of containment cages to the one that held the Zeltron. He stood in front of her and pulled out the lightsaber the warden had told him about, inspecting it in a theatrical and condescending fashion in front of her. After a moment, a flash of green extended from his fist as the blade extended with plasmic fury. He twirled it about in a taunting fashion, treating it as if it were a toy.
"So what exactly does a Jedi seek to accomplish by asking for a Sith Lord by name in the depths of Sith space?"
Avernus had always believed the Jedi to be fools, but this was taking it to a different extreme. Something about this didn't seem right to him, even if she was a Jedi it was hard to believe she was this stupid. He was amused enough at the very mention of her from the warden that he knew he had to come see this for himself. He almost thought it a joke at a first, but the mention of a confiscated lightsaber solidified the reality of the claim. Her presence in the force didn't feel like a Jedi's, nor did it feel like a Sith's. He wanted to get to the bottom of what was going on but still couldn't fight the urge to taunt such a pitiful creature in such a pitiful circumstance.
Darth Avernus approached the airspeeder he had arranged to meet him a few blocks distance from the spaceport. The door opened as he approached, and he stepped into the covered cab and closed his umbrella outside of the cab before pulling it inside. The door whizzed and hissed as it shut automatically, sealing with a low click. The Seneschal-series factotum droid turned from the driver's seat to Avernus who had seated himself in the back. The droid spoke in a hollow yet delighted monotone. "I am pleased to serve you again, Lord Avernus. Where do you wish to go?" Avernus adjusted in his seat and sat back into a more relaxed position before responding.
"New Kaas City detainment center."
"Yes, my lord. Our estimated time of arrival is approximately twelve minutes."
Avernus tapped a button on the door and a barrier came up between himself and the droid, confining him to the privacy of the back seat. He slumped his cheek against his fist and stared out of the window of the airspeeder. The hum of the engines and the roaring drone of the rain melded together into a deep sort of white-noise from behind the viewports. He closed his eyes to relax and wait to arrive at his destination. The dark side didn't allow this, pulling a distant memory to the front of his mind in the form of a vision. The memory of fighting a Jedi and Padawan in neutral space, defeating them and then engaging the backup Jedi that responded to their distress call. A padawan escaped the fate of their master at his hands that day, and that fact felt significant in the vision. The faces and details were vague, even in the vision, his memory failed to recall every detail. Avernus had hardly given this any though since it happened, Sith kill Jedi, Jedi kill Sith, it wasn't too significant in his point of view. If he had such a vision surely it must be relevant for some reason, right? He'd remain mindful in case the dark side brought the meaning before him, as it tended to do.
The airspeed arrived at the New Kaas City detainment center, parking beneath an awning that shielded the reception area from the constant bombardment of precipitation. He stepped out of the speeder and continued through the doors of the detainment center, taking down his hood as he entered. A Duros female quickly approached him upon his entrance, "My lord, welcome to the containment center. I assume you are here for the prisoner we spoke about?"
"Yes. Our conversation piqued my interest. I would like to meet them."
"Of course, my lord. My apologies, I wasn't aware that you were coming. We'll have her transferred to a visiting cell-"
"No, no," Avernus interrupted the warden's frantic, anxious prattling.
"Wherever she is being held is fine..."
Darth Avernus paused for a brief moment.
"We spoke of a lightsaber?"
The sliding security doors fizzled open as Darth Avernus and the warden stepped into the containment room. Two rows of rectangular cages, with walls of forcefields, lined each side of the room. The only inhabitant of the room was a Zeltron woman in the farthest rectangular forcefield cage to the left wall. The warden stepped back out of the room as Avernus headed down the row of containment cages to the one that held the Zeltron. He stood in front of her and pulled out the lightsaber the warden had told him about, inspecting it in a theatrical and condescending fashion in front of her. After a moment, a flash of green extended from his fist as the blade extended with plasmic fury. He twirled it about in a taunting fashion, treating it as if it were a toy.
"So what exactly does a Jedi seek to accomplish by asking for a Sith Lord by name in the depths of Sith space?"
Avernus had always believed the Jedi to be fools, but this was taking it to a different extreme. Something about this didn't seem right to him, even if she was a Jedi it was hard to believe she was this stupid. He was amused enough at the very mention of her from the warden that he knew he had to come see this for himself. He almost thought it a joke at a first, but the mention of a confiscated lightsaber solidified the reality of the claim. Her presence in the force didn't feel like a Jedi's, nor did it feel like a Sith's. He wanted to get to the bottom of what was going on but still couldn't fight the urge to taunt such a pitiful creature in such a pitiful circumstance.
