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Ran spattered against the glass pane with a sound like artillery shells being fired off. Cedric watched drops of water fall disinterestedly; his gaze traveled beyond the rains to the city beyond. Ession's capital was shrouded in the darkness of midnight, though it lit up like an artificial sun with all the lights it fired off into the sky. When first coming here, the Jedi Knight had been unsure as to whether he would ever grow used to the chaotic cityscape. Ten years later, and he had learned to call it home.
Soon the Sith would fall upon it. Soon its people would lose the freedom they had so valued. The Dominion had fallen, but her capital remained a bright beacon of hope in Sith space - a hope the Sith had been to intimidated to attack, though Cedric knew that would change soon. With their recent conquests, the emperor and his council of sycophants would eventually turn their gaze to Ession, and he knew the conflict that followed would be brutal.
Carnifex truly despised the Graysons and everything they had built; something Cedric attributed to his father's hand in the previous Sith Empire's fall. That personal hatred meant Ession was affixed with a death sentence, and the clock was ticking.
Cedric needed to act quickly.
Thus it was that he had invited a stranger to this motel room on the edge of the city. Cedric had left the door unlocked. He sat down upon the bed, arms folding over his chest as he pondered. The youth had absconded from his more traditional trappings in favor of a black hoodie in jeans; better to not draw attention to oneself in a time of crisis. A single sidearm hung from his waist, though he seemed unarmed otherwise.
Let's hope this one is sane.
[member="Unit A5"]
Soon the Sith would fall upon it. Soon its people would lose the freedom they had so valued. The Dominion had fallen, but her capital remained a bright beacon of hope in Sith space - a hope the Sith had been to intimidated to attack, though Cedric knew that would change soon. With their recent conquests, the emperor and his council of sycophants would eventually turn their gaze to Ession, and he knew the conflict that followed would be brutal.
Carnifex truly despised the Graysons and everything they had built; something Cedric attributed to his father's hand in the previous Sith Empire's fall. That personal hatred meant Ession was affixed with a death sentence, and the clock was ticking.
Cedric needed to act quickly.
Thus it was that he had invited a stranger to this motel room on the edge of the city. Cedric had left the door unlocked. He sat down upon the bed, arms folding over his chest as he pondered. The youth had absconded from his more traditional trappings in favor of a black hoodie in jeans; better to not draw attention to oneself in a time of crisis. A single sidearm hung from his waist, though he seemed unarmed otherwise.
Let's hope this one is sane.
[member="Unit A5"]
