Qeniora Tower
Jutrand
Orange eyes, like fire, alone in the dark. The sound of feet running, breath shaking. They stopped. Two eyes became four, then back to two as a shikkar blade stabbed a young Sith through the jugular and came out through the larynx. Blood leaked slowly off the blade's tip then drew a half circle across the pavement. A slash finished the job and freed the knife to retreat back into it's sheath. Few in the organization still used the formerly signature Hidden Blade used by the Sith Assassins before the "passing" of it's leader and founder.
Lord Dvasius held his dead victim up by the hair and used his cybernetic ocular implants to search for what he wanted. A small drive in one of the fallen Sith's pocket. He crushed it in his hand and threw it back to the body as he dropped it to the ground. A gesture from his hand and both caught flame. Before the fire could illuminate his face he'd already vanished like a ghost.
Someone had found something this Tsis-Kaar needed to stay secret. He couldn't let it reach it's ultimate destination. One half of it down with it's courier. The other was going to be at the Qeniora Tower and so would he. Lights flickered in it's halls and a phantom seemed to do the same as it went down them, looking for something.
It looked like the second courier had arrived just before, handing a case over to a fat man in a yellow suit. There were four guards throughout the suite. There was one washing up in the bathroom. In a second his throat was open and the water in the sink mixed with red. Another patrolling through rooms across the way. The same fate met him just as quick.
Lights in the room shut off, leaving it dark. Once again, two orbs of fire became the only lights to be seen. One of the Information broker's guard open fire in their direction, but the blaster bolts hit the wall and when the shooting stopped the eyes were gone. He began to panic. He pulled himself together and they both pulled out vibroswords that were supposed to help non-force users fight Jedi and Sith, but they were no Mandalorian warriors. A line of crimson appeared, lighting up only feet the feet of it's wielder. The orange eyes reappeared, looking hungry now. The lightsaber clashed up and down from one side to the other, then across horizontally. The vibroblade hit the ground. The red line became a circle then then two lines with a gap in between and vanished again, leaving the room completely dark.
The next guard didn't get the honor of a chance to fight for his life as Dvasius moved behind him and lit his lightsaber, cutting his back open. The lights came back on, but at half brightness. The man that handed over the case was wearing nearly the same black uniform he was, Sith robes. He pulled out his own crimson lightsaber and closed in. All Dvasius had to was turn about 90 degrees and hold his lightsaber arm up to block. He turned back 90 degrees to stand in the direction he'd been facing before with his lightsaber still in hand behind his back. The unexpected move caused the thieving Sith to accidentally allow the attacking Sith's blade to pass through his guard. Holding his lightsaber in Jar'Kai style, facing the blade behind one Tsis-Kaar killed another, cutting an orange line from his chest down and out his hip. They dropped their weapon and collapsed.
Just the broker left, facing down hooded death. He ran for a small, round table across the room with a blaster rifle laying on top of it with some credits piled near it. Dvasius just let him run passed, unafraid and amused to see what he thought he could do to cancel his execution. As he picked up the rifle, suddenly Dvasius was standing about fifteen feet in front of him, as if daring him to do it. The rifle fired off three bolts, which were deflected then the Sith sent the lightsaber back to his hip and pulled the rifle from the fat man's hands and into his own with the Force. He used to use guns like these all the time, during his mercenary days. Well, better than these. Raising the gun, he closed the distance between them and began firing. The man in the yellow suit was backing up, toward the balcony, in fear, when one blue bolt shot through his fat stomach and the other went through his heart. The weapon fired off three rounds, in quick succession automatically. One seemed to miss and shattered the glass railing of the balcony.
Fully closing the gap, Dvasius unsheathed his wrist blade and slit his throat to be sure it was done then kicked him hard as he was already falling so he went out the door and fell off the balcony where the glass railing used to be, now shards on the floor. His body fell a several stories, flipping a few times before landing in a pool, face first, onto the edge railing of another glass balcony. His Sith Assassin came down shortly after, landing on the corpse's head, splitting half of it off over the edge. The killer landed perfectly in a crouch on the balcony's edge, cracking the class railing, but not breaking it. He'd snagged what he'd been after in the case before making his way down. A small drive, full of incriminating data, in a big case, to try and disguise it, but he could literally see through that with his eye implants. Holding it behind his back, he crushed it, melted the what was left with pyrokinesis, and sprinkled the pieces into the air, off the side of the building.
It seemed there was somebody, who wasn't dead, already in the pool. Some alien woman.
Lady Falentra
Lord Dvasius
