Wretched Vampire
"Do not eat her."
That had been the warning offered by Darth Reprimar as he headed for the shuttle.
"Her master is a rising star. He will not take the news well. Even though you are most definitely not my apprentice it will reflect badly on me. For you...a fate worse than death."
As Rayth sat in the back of the shuttle, huddled over his knees, it was quite an easy message to obey. He had fed recently. Even if he could feel her pulse and see the faint flutter against her pale neck, he kept his control.
It was something he needed to learn. On the streets he had almost always been hungry. In the event of catching a lone, drunk or spiced up reveller in a back alley Rayth had demonstrated no self control.
Annika Starfire seemed more interested in her personal device.
They had different skills. Reprimar had highlighted that, too. If her master was on the rise, then so was she. She was beginning to understand how to navigate the social hierarchy of the sith. He was not.
For this mission they would need to combine their skills. He knew how to hunt in the dark. And the lowest levels of Denon were always dark.
"What do you think we should do?" Rayth asked suddenly, silencing the tap-tap-tapping of fingernails on device screen. "Break the seals and head into the lost district, or ask around and find out what happened?"
And entire area of Denon had been sealed off. The official story was that there had been a chemical leak. Within that area had been a Sith safe house, from which operations to understand the Alliance presence in the area had been conducted. It was suspicious, but not important enough to warrant any more than two acolytes to investigate.