Assassination Interruption. (Darth Ferus)

[Kilrys Serccci]

Kilrys was on a mission, he was wearing his thick cloak with the hood over his head covering his face. His mission was simple to kill one of the Anzati that had chosen to abandon him, the task was no easy feat as he had figured. The Anzati race itself was highly adept in stealth and many were assassins when they were members of the Sith Empire. Kilrys removed his assassination dagger as he moved through the crowd, using the Force to camouflage himself from prying eyes though this wouldn't last long to his knowledge but he continued to move forward, his feet silent as his armour clung to his body.

He peered down from the Coruscant skyline as he looked down on the level below him, he could see that there was hundreds of people moving around, he moved into a heavily shaded area as he released the camouflage and honed his sight as he focussed his eyes to scan from person to person as quickly as he could. He could feel many things that were insignificant to him but he couldn't seem to find that all important familiarity that he needed as he combed through the ground. Then it hit him. He was brought back to the day that he was dropped onto that planet surface and that one face he saw before the final ship left when the battle was over.

He focussed his eyes on the target, a seemingly normal Human walking around the Coruscant lower levels as he minded his own busy. Kilrys however knew different now as he leapt down from his spot and onto an opposite wall, lowering his body slowly as he moved from wall to wall. When he landed on the ground, he lifted his fallen hood back over his head as he felt his proboscises tingle underneath his skin, his hunger for soup had not been fulfilled for several days but he knew that after this target he was going to get his full for at least another month or so. He hid his dagger under his cloak as he moved through the crowd keeping an eye on his target and another on the surrounding people in case of an attack.

([member="Darth Ferus"])

 

[Darth Ferus]

Another day, another walk among the commoners on Coruscant. Ferus made it a habit to walk about the surface, rather than keep himself cooped up in the Sith Temple. Yet as he walked, something caught the eye of the Darth. A man, [member="Kilrys Serccci"] , walking through the crowd. To most, it would seem like nothing. To the trained assassin, it was a path of stalking. Who ever this person was was following a mark. A mark that knew he was there. Blue eyes glanced about the crowd as he noticed more than one other person doing the same as the cloaked man.

He was being lured into a trap.

A smile formed over the red mans face as he was tempted to leave this would be assassin to his fate, but another part of him held interest. It was clear Kilrys had some training in the Force, that he could feel. And as a potential asset, well. Ferus couldn't just let that go to waste. Moving through the crowd with relative ease, he would step up behind the assassin to catch his arm and stop his stalk, if only for a moment. The Darths voice would ring out in hardly a whisper, just loud enough for Kilrys to hear.

"He's leading you into a trap you know."

 

[Kilrys Serccci]

He could feel someone stalking him who was much more powerful in the Force than he was. The hand on his arm was powerful as he was stopped and he felt himself pulled in, the whispers of a trap as he gripped his blade tightly then pressed it into the Sith's belly, he growled as he felt himself threatened and he didn't like the idea of being threatened but then he saw the unusual men stopped in the street glaring at him and this Sith. Baring his teeth he turned to look at the Sith.

If you think you are so good at this then tell how to kill that man now then, when they are now watching us like damn hawks!

His temper was rising quickly and he felt tingling in his fingertips as he knew he was close to snapping and at the ready to kill everyone on this damn level who were going to get in his way, he couldn't handle the fact that his target as they were speaking were getting away. He pressed his dagger in further, twisting and growling at the Sith.

[member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

[member="Kilrys Serccci"] would only find something halting the dagger itself as he pressed against the red mans form. The Force itself would halt the blade, and a frown would form on the Zabrak's face. The boy was attempting to harm him. Another whisper would escape his lips as the Darth brought up a single hand. "They think you alive. Lets fix that." Without warning a current of lightning would wash out for the boy, intent on stunning him into a near death state. He would be fine, save for some pain, but to the area around it would be as if the Sith Lord had just killed a random passerby.

If the boy was hit and was knocked out, he would carry the body away, assuring the public that this man was nothing more than an assassin. An assassin he was sent to deal with. All lies of course, but the other bodies who were preparing for a trap would return to their leader, Kilrys's target, assuming their job had been done for them.

This wouldn't be the case as once Ferus got far enough away from the crowd he would drop the boy down and nudge him with a foot to rouse him to consciousness. This was, of course, if he had succeed in stunning him in the first place.

 

[Kilrys Serccci]

He didn't like the guy at all, he felt that the Sith had a plan that was going to cause him pain when he attempted to continue to drive his dagger into the Zabarak. Unfortunately the lightening had sent Kilrys backwards in the air and he hit the ground hard as he writhed in pain, not quite unconscious yet but unfortunately, the pain was immense but somewhat soothing as it attempted to clear his head.

As he saw the Sith walk over to him, he attempted to move and attack his attacker. His body was non-responsive but he could see what was happening, at least he was sure of it until he felt the black veil peer over his vision as the Sith moved in closer on him. Kilrys just felt his rage flood over him as he felt himself in a dream state, returning back to his battle with flashes of the battle and the face of his target appearing over his face.

His eyes flicker open as he awoke in new area. His rage furious as he punched the ground hard.

[member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

Crouched down across from [member="Kilrys Serccci"] was none other than the red man, a bored expression on his face. At least the boy didn't take long to wake. With both blue eyes on his form he would offer a faint nod, standing up once again. "Good, you've woken. Now, get on your feet. I've made sure I know where your target is. I want to see you in action. Without actually walking into a trap of course. Don't worry, I wont interfere again. I just want there to be a fair chance of your succeeding."

Without another word the red man would toss two items in the boys direction. First, his dagger. Then, a datapad with his targets location. It was close, within a small hotel. "He's on the second floor. Now, show me what you got."

 

[Kilrys Serccci]

Pulled to his feet Kilrys looked at the Sith with a dark growl as he clenched his fist, he read the datapad briefly then his dark eyes glared at the Sith, he analysed his options, he could kill the Sith who was instantly appearing to be meddlesome. However, he realised that while he is much older than the man even though he is called a boy repeatedly.

What stops me killing you now then killing my target?

Kilrys turned away before an answer is heard then jumped down from to the ground, his rage was beginning to turn into the weapon, remembering the training that he was given hundreds of years ago. He then quickly made through his crowd, dodging the large numbers as he attempted to arrive at the hotel. As he stood outside the building that was in the datapad he took in the sight and focussed his mind on the target. He could feel that familiar presence several stores high and surrounded by several guards.

 

[Darth Ferus]

Ferus opened his mouth to respond, but closed it as [member="Kilrys Serccci"] moved off. A faint grin formed over his face as he simply moved to follow after Kilrys. This was his story after all, and he would not interfere until the deed was done. This of course meant that if the Anzati were to die, he would let him. Well, mostly. Ferus may end up taking his near death body and warping it into something cyborg and brutal. But that wasn't the thought for now. Shrinking down his own presence into nothing once more, the red Assassin would continue his own stalking, if admittedly already known by the stalkie.

 

[Kilrys Serccci]

Kilrys felt the Sith's presence as he stood outside the hotel, he knew what the Sith was doing, he might not agree with being stalked and tested in such a way but he no longer cared, he needed to kill his target. He knew entering inside and attempting that way would be more or less likely suicidal. He growled before the plan hit him. Death from above.

Kilrys approached the hotel cautiously until he reached a drainage pipe. He used his muscles to pull himself up the building until he was outside the window on the floor below. He expertly broke the window with minimal noise and slid in. He noticed there was no an old Twi'lek staring at him. He grabbed his dagger then threw it at him. The blade buried itself in the Twi'lek's throat killing him instantly as Kilrys walked over pulling the blade out and attempting pry a floor panel open.

[member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

Putting himself into the lobby of the hotel, Ferus would make sure that there would be no outside interference on [member="Kilrys Serccci"] 's little revenge mission. There would be no guards, and no repercussions. 'Necessary losses for the death of a traitor' would be all the local authority would need to hear on any of the deaths that would be committed in this place. Which could be good or bad for the hotel owner.

Sitting down on one of the lobby chairs, the Darth would go about enjoying his tea, ever watchful of Kilrys's signature, and any changes would warrant his interference. He couldn't be loosing a potential asset after all. A smile would form over his face as he took one sip of the herbal water. He did love these sorts of tests.

 

[Kilrys Serccci]

He continued to pry the floor panel open as he growled, he preferred to decorate a murder like the one he had just committed, get it beautiful in his twisted insane mind but he had no time for such trival matters now, he was on the hunt and he was hungry. For revenge. For soup.

Kilrys thankfully grabbed the panel as it lifted open, he slid into the under floorboards. He lifted the panel and leans down as he looks around inspecting the area, deeming it safe he pulled himself down onto the floor below.

His target was close so very close. He grabbed his dagger and crept down a corridor till he saw the target, guards too far away. His opportunity was now. He wasted no time as he pounced on the target, the Anzat tried to cry out but Kilrys covered his mout and released his proboscises fell down and twitched curiously.

His proboscises then struck deep inside his nostrils, Kilrys saw the painful expression on his face as Kilrys drained him of soup, the relief was exhilerating as he continued to suckle on the soup until there was none left. The target was dead, Kilrys however stabbed him in the chest for good measure.

[member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

Humming lightly, the Zabrak would simply wait until he was absolutely sure [member="Kilrys Serccci"] had gotten his target. Of course, that didn't seem to take too long. The fake smile he put on for show would become that of a real one, and his gaze would travel upwards. Kilrys was a true assassin it seemed. But he needed to catch him again. Bursting from his seat he would find himself just outside the door the man was enjoying his soup in, and facing two guards.

Two guards, it seemed, that were not prepared for a Sith Lord to show up. Without his saber he brought both of his hands up, flesh and metal slamming into the throats of the men. A blast of the Force would seal there doom as they fell, and he would promptly kick down the door. "Good work weird alien! I have decided to bring you into my fold of assassins!" Rather odd that he would yell this, but with the floor being empty, Ferus decided to go about a different angle of recruitment. "Now, come with me."

 

[Kilrys Serccci]

Kilrys held up one hand and patted down the body of the dead Anzat, he retrieved a curious looking device, pocketing it as he looked up at the Sith Lord. He tilted his head at why he was curious until he realised his proboscises were still dangling, he conscious ravelled them back inside.

"Weird alien? You're red." Kilrys argued as he walked towards the Sith. "Anyway, I will join your Assassin Order and I will follow your lead... My Master." He growled the last part with great reluctance as he felt like a slave saying Master. However it was the correct term and that what was all that mattered.

[member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

"Master, Lord, Mentor. Any of those will work, which ever makes you feel best aye?" It was a light tease to [member="Kilrys Serccci"] , but it was also meant to make sure the boy knew to call his superior by their title. Turning, he would motion for the Anzat to follow him. "I'm going to bring you to the Assassins. There, we shall continue your training and make you into a far more lethal assassin. Are you prepared?"

 

[Kilrys Serccci]

"I am. But I am in constant need of soup, it is what gives me my strength and power." He scratched his shaven face as he confessed his biggest weakness, soup was essential to his people, the craving mixed with his insanity caused him to lust after soup more than others.

He sheathed his dagger and looked at the Sith with narrowed eyes, "Why did you choose to help me?" He was curious why the Sith chose him. "Also it can't interfere with my personal quest."

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[Darth Ferus]

"Cause, you had good form in your stalk. If you weren't already known, you probably would of succeeded without my assistance." Ferus offered a shrug to [member="Kilrys Serccci"] before looking around, scratching his chin. "Though, I dunno what soup is. Is that what you were doin to that other guy?" Moving back towards the entrance of the building itself, the red man would let his blue eyes scan the area. There shouldn't be anything as a threat, for now. But it never hurt to be safe.

 

[Kilrys Serccci]

He followed the Sith and nodded his head slowly, "Well Mentor, soup is something that not even our race knows of. The most we know is that Force Users have more soup than others, stronger your connection to it more soup you have. But yes my proboscises were draining my target of soup and removing the soup kills the victim."

He scratched his jawline as he moved in a semi circle outside as he searched for possible threats, he noticed several patrolmen, pointing them out to his mentor. "We must leave Mentor, before they see us."

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