Mandalorian Venom
// OBJECTIVE // OPERATION GOD SLAYER
// FOCUS // Lucien Dooku | Whispers of Annihilation
Trajan kneeled down by the corpse of the beast, propping his ion-disruptor on its butt stock with a hand wrapped around the heat-sink'd barrel of the gun as he peered over the creature.
"Sithspawn...alright." Trajan offered with his characteristically placid inflection on his voice, with the sound of the saber beaming to life he almost seemed to jump at the all too familiar noise, seeming to associate it with an oncoming fight at the very least. Glancing toward the ignited saber he peered over the blue blade, half expecting Dooku to be wielding a crimson saber not too dissimilar to...every other force user that accompanied them into the Prism.
"Where'd you get that?" Trajan asked offhandedly. Before he rose back to his feet, wielding his disruptor carbine in both hands he eventually turned to lead the pair down the nearest corridor, the blast door sliding open with a metallic hiss only for the Mandalorian to be slammed back with force emanating from the hand of a robed figure.
With power strong enough to slam the Mando to the ground he let out a low grunt of pain before the figured followed after in a slow, foreboding gait. Pulling the metallic hilt of its lightsaber from its robes it flicked it on with its characteristic pssssht - the crimson prismatic blade glowing in stark contrast to the Prince's own weapon.
"You really think you'd make it out of here with anything? We've been on your tail, Imperials...or rather...mercenaries it seems." The Sith knight remarks - his voice tinged with otherworldly distortion before he surged forward toward Lucien with a downward cut of its saber all the while Trajan clamored to his feet.