The Shadow
Location: Nar’Shaddaa
The Force had never felt so close to the touch nor has it given the former soldier such an intense stress to perform one of the most basic abilities of the Force. That was simply to suppress the vast power that remained in its slumber deep within the core of his body. It threatened to consume him from the inside out more than once, and while the very blade he crafted kept the Force contained. The stronger he became, the more difficult it was to suppress himself.
Jumping out of hyperspace was a small freighter, and loomed over the small ship was the infamous planet. The pit of vice and crime at its core as the Smuggler’s Moon had continued to thrive for countless years. Yet Rath found himself coming to this planet on more than one occasion. It was a neutral planet, far away from the encroaching whispers and fires of war, yet it was by no means safe for anyone.
The dark sider found himself coming to this planet for the dozen times now to answer the call of a job. A job by the name of Xizo, a Rodian upstart of a fixer. Someone to pitch in jobs for the mercenaries to accomplish if the price was right. Fortunately for Xizo, both he and Rath had some history due to Rath tracking down several targets and even smuggling contraband off world for the man. For this occasion however, Xizo sounded nervous over the holo transmission.
Once the freighter swooped down into the ever dark buildings of Nar’shaddaa, only illuminated by the lights from seemingly every direction. Rath got up from the cockpit and turned to begin his departure. An orange Loong-cat perked its ears up after it felt the ship had come out of hyperspace. Naturally the creature was curious as it looked upon Rath who collected his weaponry that consisted of the Storm Breaker that remained fastened on the left side of his belt. The crystalized wolf head shape of the pommel glitter in the various colors as it casts specks of reflected light upon the ship. Holstered at his right thigh is his trusted Ace of Spades. Tucked behind the sword was the vibrodagger, and finally stashed away under the folds of his jacket was the Shroudsaber. The groves along the hilt were both familiar yet nostalgic.
His eyes momentarily glazed as he felt the hilt in his hand once more, and how his thoughts reflected in his time with the Eternal Empire. With a shrug of his shoulders, Rath hid the hilt behind the small of his back, hidden by the bantha leather jacket.
”Stay.” Rath commanded nonchalantly, but there was enough authority behind it to keep his cat to obey. At least long enough for Rath to depart from the ship and close the doors. Yet even as he paid the docking fees and refuel, Rath began to feel a presence in the Force. One of them was strong, but as to who they were or what side they were on Rath did not know. Unlike many if not most Force Users, the only way he can tell whether they reside in the Dark or Light side of the Force is by scent. All he knew was that he needed to be careful. Jedi or Sith, neither were on good terms with him and would likely start a fight if they found him.
Alas, much to his efforts, it was difficult to suppress the beacon of the Force that he has become, and even more so when that beacon was dark as the void itself. So the mercenary made his way down the streets and took a speeder or two to move towards the Red Light Sector. Not only was that the typical location for Xizo, but it was also one of the easier ways of masking oneself from the technology. Or so he had hoped at any rate...
The Force had never felt so close to the touch nor has it given the former soldier such an intense stress to perform one of the most basic abilities of the Force. That was simply to suppress the vast power that remained in its slumber deep within the core of his body. It threatened to consume him from the inside out more than once, and while the very blade he crafted kept the Force contained. The stronger he became, the more difficult it was to suppress himself.
Jumping out of hyperspace was a small freighter, and loomed over the small ship was the infamous planet. The pit of vice and crime at its core as the Smuggler’s Moon had continued to thrive for countless years. Yet Rath found himself coming to this planet on more than one occasion. It was a neutral planet, far away from the encroaching whispers and fires of war, yet it was by no means safe for anyone.
The dark sider found himself coming to this planet for the dozen times now to answer the call of a job. A job by the name of Xizo, a Rodian upstart of a fixer. Someone to pitch in jobs for the mercenaries to accomplish if the price was right. Fortunately for Xizo, both he and Rath had some history due to Rath tracking down several targets and even smuggling contraband off world for the man. For this occasion however, Xizo sounded nervous over the holo transmission.
Once the freighter swooped down into the ever dark buildings of Nar’shaddaa, only illuminated by the lights from seemingly every direction. Rath got up from the cockpit and turned to begin his departure. An orange Loong-cat perked its ears up after it felt the ship had come out of hyperspace. Naturally the creature was curious as it looked upon Rath who collected his weaponry that consisted of the Storm Breaker that remained fastened on the left side of his belt. The crystalized wolf head shape of the pommel glitter in the various colors as it casts specks of reflected light upon the ship. Holstered at his right thigh is his trusted Ace of Spades. Tucked behind the sword was the vibrodagger, and finally stashed away under the folds of his jacket was the Shroudsaber. The groves along the hilt were both familiar yet nostalgic.
His eyes momentarily glazed as he felt the hilt in his hand once more, and how his thoughts reflected in his time with the Eternal Empire. With a shrug of his shoulders, Rath hid the hilt behind the small of his back, hidden by the bantha leather jacket.
”Stay.” Rath commanded nonchalantly, but there was enough authority behind it to keep his cat to obey. At least long enough for Rath to depart from the ship and close the doors. Yet even as he paid the docking fees and refuel, Rath began to feel a presence in the Force. One of them was strong, but as to who they were or what side they were on Rath did not know. Unlike many if not most Force Users, the only way he can tell whether they reside in the Dark or Light side of the Force is by scent. All he knew was that he needed to be careful. Jedi or Sith, neither were on good terms with him and would likely start a fight if they found him.
Alas, much to his efforts, it was difficult to suppress the beacon of the Force that he has become, and even more so when that beacon was dark as the void itself. So the mercenary made his way down the streets and took a speeder or two to move towards the Red Light Sector. Not only was that the typical location for Xizo, but it was also one of the easier ways of masking oneself from the technology. Or so he had hoped at any rate...
