Nubian Palace Resort, A Secluded Area
Nubia
It had taken time. Months of tracking down the right people, and then breaking them just enough so they would divulge the information the old man needed. Months of traveling the galaxy, from one dead end to the other. Months of waiting in freighters, clutching his daughter's doll to his chest, wondering if he would ever see her again. Hell, the thought if Treya was even still alive passed through his mind more than a couple of times. But his patience had finally paid off.
He had found his killer.
Cinnic walked briskly through the gardens of Nubia, his cloak concealing the blue eyes that glowed with something unnatural in them. A simple lightsaber was concealed around the worn robes he wore as well, hanging from the belt that was wrapped around his waist. The former Jedi wasn't given a pinpoint location of where the voluptuous woman was, but he could sense the Dark Side's taint upon the area, and like a moth to a flame, he was drawn to it, eager to purge the galaxy of an unspeakable evil that was content to slaughter a father as his daughter watched, an evil that held no qualms about setting planets ablaze with war and death. It was that sort of motivation that drove the warrior on, even when things seemed bleak.
The old man stopped alongside an alley corner, taking cover in the shadows. He was close. Very close. A brief shimmer of light came from his side, and The Wraith was next to him, stroking his chin in thought as the fire died out from Cinnic's eyes.
"I must say, Cinnic, it seems your determination has paid off. Here we are. What do you plan to do?"
Cinnic glanced at the specter next to him, his face set hard in a determined scowl.
"Get the woman. Find out where the kark my daughter is. Then make sure she sees justice."
"Justice? Please. She doesn't deserve to live. Come on, old man. Even you have thought about it before."
The grizzled man shook his head for a second. He had forgotten that, when the wraith was bound to his corpse, they were literally one. No thought evaded him, and even in his most personal moments, the Wraith was there. Over the months, though, he had began to see The Wraith as less of a necessity and more of an ally, even a friend at points, especially when he attempted to comfort him when the grief was too much to keep to himself and the tears stained whatever pillow the old man was resting his head on that night.
"I know I've thought about it before. About hurting her the same way she hurt me. But I'm not doing that. We're better than her kind."
The Wraith let out an airy sigh, then shook his decayed, damaged head. Once handsome in appearance, the ghost had been bound to his appearance in the manner of his death, the details of which were unknown to the pair. The Wraith disappeared in a cloud of ectoplasmic vapor, and the blue fire once again returned to Cinnic's eyes.
Like a dog chasing a scent, the Jedi followed the taint of the Dark Side to a more secluded area, a place away from prying eyes. Cinnic observed from the shadows and the corners. It seemed a fight was underway. Fire flew about as two figures darted around, and a third figure stood on the side, observing the skirmish at hand. A low growl emanated from Cinnic's lips. The corruption of the Dark Side was thick in the air. It sent the hairs on the back of his neck standing up at full alert. The Wraith's voice echoed inside his mind, offering advice.
There's three of them and one of us. Well, two of us, technically...bah, you understand my meaning. The point of the matter is that I would rather not die again.
We've come so far. I'm not about to let her slip away.
As Cinnic thought this, his target was now in full view. He recognized her body, her form, the way she leaped about. It was a lucky blow that killed him the first time, a byproduct of years of not fighting and age. Now, he was once again in his prime. The Sith would know why he was called the Flame of Light in his time.
Cleanse through fire...
With a roar, the old man burst into motion, his blue blade a deadly blur as he executed a leap towards the two. A wall of flame came forth, and one of the Sith, wielding an orange blade, leapt over it. Landing where she would've struck, Cinnic timed a perfect block and sent a boot forward straight into the gut of the lackey before him. If it landed, the red-haired woman would be send flying back from where she came, and the former Jedi would turn his attention to the assassin, eyes burning with blue fire, words escaping his rough face in a growl.
"You're all mine, assassin!"
He would show the servants of the Dark Side then and there why he was regarded as the most skilled bladesman of his time.
Time to show these thugs how to really handle a blade...
Purify. Cleanse through fire. Let the Blue Light shine through the Darkness. May Light prevail!
[member="Vengeance"] [member="Anya Loma"] [member="Zesiro"]
