S C A R R E D
The Assasin had come at a terrible time. When he'd called Darth Voyance after he'd caught the Jedi red-handed with the stolen body of Lannik Dawnstar he'd expected Voyance to call him back to the small burgeoning fleet she was accumulating for further training. Instead, she had gifted him with his own vessel and...A watcher. A babysitter. That had been...Problematic. While he wasn't sure any of the Jedi had the ability, psychometry was a known Jedi skill especially prevalent in Kiffar, much like that dirty spice thieving boy. Ryv, they called him. Paragon of the Jedi and Sword of the Light. What a farce. Regardless of their past though, the boy had probably been able to glean something of what happened that night and this woman...this Assasin would only draw more eyes to him. Even in the shadow of war against the Sith Empire and the ever-growing darkness of Brentaal IV, whatever that was, he had a feeling that this seemingly incorruptible young Jedi Knight would see through the veil and take action against him soon enough. He wished he could accelerate plans, but the problem was there was no plan, at least as far as he could see.
All of these thoughts occurred to him as he floated in the Sith Sphere. That was also a wonderful gift. In her initial call that had given him the location of the warship Voyance had called the Sphere Âzâshlash. Kaito, still un-initiated, only given his rank of Saber for his position within the Alliance and his self-taught combat prowess and connection to the Dark Side of the Force. For him, the Sith language was as foreign as the language of the Chiss or Vong and their traditions as archaic as those of the Jedi Order's. So Kaito had taken to simply calling the Sphere Lash. Fitting for the waves of rage he felt consistently rolling off of its nearly organic hull. The doors of the Sith meditation chamber hissed open, casting light on all of the ancient Atrisian and Sith artifacts he'd begun collecting since his introduction into the Keepers. Much like the light of the Jedi, the beams penetrated even the nearly opaque purple of Lash's single viewport, shining into his closed eyes, disrupting his meditations. He could sense the now-familiar presence of Darth Sinestruss waiting for him outside. His eyes still pinched shut he let a growl escape his lips before floating back down and standing to greet her.
The hull of the Sith Sphere peeled open, dropping a ramp to the ground of the chamber with a wet crunch. The sound of Kaito's bare feet slapped against the ship's alchemized metals and the Masamune's durasteel floor. Despite his appearance in the public eye, Kaito was in great health. Outside of his lungs, which were now charred beyond repair and replaced with cybernetics that made his voice carry like that of a cyborg, his body was fine. Scars ran up and down his body, some from his gangster days and others from more recent trials. They were mostly all on display now as Kaito was clad only in black bodyglove pants. One of his Atrisian droids bowed her head and handed him a warm towel which he draped over his head.
"Kun," he said, his voice reverberating off of the walls of the chamber. Lash seemed to quiver in anticipation. Kill her now. It whispered into his mind. Show your Master that you do not have need of such distractions. She was a distraction, in more ways than one. But she was a useful one, he reminded himself. He didn't trust Voyance. He didn't trust any of the Sith Keepers really, but he trusted his Master enough to not go through all of this effort to recruit him only to kill him and he trusted her enough not to send him a useless tool.
It was time to clean up this mess.
Once and for all.
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