Xevek Nekonis
From The Shadows
As the combined might of Tatoo I and Tatoo II beat down upon the fine, golden grains of sand that formed the endless stretch of land and rolling hills that was the Dune Sea of the desert planet of Tatooine as soft wind would continuously and unrelentingly pick up small waves of the burning sands and send them tumbling and dancing down the naturally formed slopes. Despite the inherent dangers of the barren wasteland - the tribes of Tusken Raiders that populated the sands, the pure sameness of each dune which could easily disorientate any being who wondered too deep for too long without the needed experience to guide them, the unrelenting heat that could rapidly leave the unprepared dehydrated not to mention the odd Kryat Dragon which made their homes buried beneath the sand - there was a sense of tranquil beauty about the golden waves of sand that could be observed if one was willing to stand still and simply watch.
One of the few beings that did possess the confidence, or insanity depending on who was asked, to simply stand under the glare of the midday suns and bask in the deadly beauty of the desert was one that had lived amongst them for all of his younger, formative years and, as such, he always felt more at home, more in touch with his true self, when surrounded by the dusty air that always hung low over deserts no matter what planet it was. Despite the heavy, black cloak which hung over his shoulders which rolled within the soft breeze as if gentle fingers were plucking at the fabric, the tall and well built figure that stood in isolation atop of a dune showed no signs of subcoming to the heat that he surely suffered under. Indeed, his back was straight and shoulders rolled backwards as a lone, burnt orange pupil stared out from under the shadows of the drawn hood, fixated on the point in the distance where the yellow dunes blurred against the clear blue of the skies in a haze of heat.
Shifting in place, sending loose granules of sand scattering out from under the edge of his robes, the figure began to impatiently tap the claws on his biological hand against the smooth metal that formed the back of his cybernetic left hand. The cause of this was the sound of the rhythmic and steady beat of taps began to echo out over the open space that surrounded him before being muffled by the surrounding desert, preventing the pulsating tattoo from gaining any true volume. Again, the figure shifted again and again the loose sands beneath his feet were sent dancing away from his figure as he slowly rotated his neck, releasing a satisfied sound that was a cross between a growl and a purr as a loud crack rang out before he stilled once more, content to wait for however long he needed to before something happened, left with only the reassuring beats of his dual hearts for company. Patience, after all, was a virtue that all Assassins should have and, as the current leader of the Sith Assassins, it was up to Darth Lykos to personify this belief more than any other; or so he believed.
The reason for Darth Lykos' presence on Tatooine was both simple and complicated at the same time. He was there to negotiate a contact with a Sith Lord that had reached out to him through the Sith Assassins's network, seeking to employ the services of Lykos' shadows. It was there that the simplicity stopped. The Sith Lord that sought to establish the contract was none other than Darth Ferus, a man that Xavka had addressed as Ay'edar and respected. But, more than that, it was Darth Ferus that had assisted a new and ultimately unknown Sith faction in assaulting the weakened forces of the One Sith, an organisation and empire that the Sith Assassins had long been allies of, that had taken shelter on Mindabaal, making him a traitor. However, Darth Lykos was willing to speak with the traitor for a simple reason: the One Sith were dying and the Assassins would soon need to learn with other Sith, even those that they may hold grudges against, if they wished to survive against the sudden surge of Light that was attempting to sweep the Galaxy.
And so, Xavka Duquo, Darth Lykos, Head of the Assassins stood in isolation in his dark robes beneath the glaring suns of Tatooine looking out over the majesty of the desert as he waited with only the sound of his two hearts and the powered down speeder at his side to keep him company, waiting patiently for the arrival of the Sith Lord Darth Ferus.
[member="Darth Ferus"]
One of the few beings that did possess the confidence, or insanity depending on who was asked, to simply stand under the glare of the midday suns and bask in the deadly beauty of the desert was one that had lived amongst them for all of his younger, formative years and, as such, he always felt more at home, more in touch with his true self, when surrounded by the dusty air that always hung low over deserts no matter what planet it was. Despite the heavy, black cloak which hung over his shoulders which rolled within the soft breeze as if gentle fingers were plucking at the fabric, the tall and well built figure that stood in isolation atop of a dune showed no signs of subcoming to the heat that he surely suffered under. Indeed, his back was straight and shoulders rolled backwards as a lone, burnt orange pupil stared out from under the shadows of the drawn hood, fixated on the point in the distance where the yellow dunes blurred against the clear blue of the skies in a haze of heat.
Shifting in place, sending loose granules of sand scattering out from under the edge of his robes, the figure began to impatiently tap the claws on his biological hand against the smooth metal that formed the back of his cybernetic left hand. The cause of this was the sound of the rhythmic and steady beat of taps began to echo out over the open space that surrounded him before being muffled by the surrounding desert, preventing the pulsating tattoo from gaining any true volume. Again, the figure shifted again and again the loose sands beneath his feet were sent dancing away from his figure as he slowly rotated his neck, releasing a satisfied sound that was a cross between a growl and a purr as a loud crack rang out before he stilled once more, content to wait for however long he needed to before something happened, left with only the reassuring beats of his dual hearts for company. Patience, after all, was a virtue that all Assassins should have and, as the current leader of the Sith Assassins, it was up to Darth Lykos to personify this belief more than any other; or so he believed.
The reason for Darth Lykos' presence on Tatooine was both simple and complicated at the same time. He was there to negotiate a contact with a Sith Lord that had reached out to him through the Sith Assassins's network, seeking to employ the services of Lykos' shadows. It was there that the simplicity stopped. The Sith Lord that sought to establish the contract was none other than Darth Ferus, a man that Xavka had addressed as Ay'edar and respected. But, more than that, it was Darth Ferus that had assisted a new and ultimately unknown Sith faction in assaulting the weakened forces of the One Sith, an organisation and empire that the Sith Assassins had long been allies of, that had taken shelter on Mindabaal, making him a traitor. However, Darth Lykos was willing to speak with the traitor for a simple reason: the One Sith were dying and the Assassins would soon need to learn with other Sith, even those that they may hold grudges against, if they wished to survive against the sudden surge of Light that was attempting to sweep the Galaxy.
And so, Xavka Duquo, Darth Lykos, Head of the Assassins stood in isolation in his dark robes beneath the glaring suns of Tatooine looking out over the majesty of the desert as he waited with only the sound of his two hearts and the powered down speeder at his side to keep him company, waiting patiently for the arrival of the Sith Lord Darth Ferus.
[member="Darth Ferus"]
