The Return

[Darren Onyx]

The old Fury class star ship was flying through space at a normal speed. Its halls were empty. The only soul on-board was a sith. He was sitting in the main seat on the bridge. He was looking ahead into the empty space. He was still awhile away from his destination but close enough to not be in light speed. His destination was Korriban. He hadn't been there in a long time.

The last time he was there was when he discovered his power. A dark power that he was quickly mastering. He was a sith. A champion for the dark side of the force. He was going to Korriban to turn in some information on the long lost Darth Revan who had dissapeared into the unknown regions. He had gone there in search of him. He had found something A artifact. It was a uncrackable holocron. One that could only be opened by a true sith that was pure with the dark side. Onyx saw Korriban coming up. It was time to make his return.

 

[Antio]

Antio flew his YT-2400 behind the Fury Class in between the space junk that orbited Korriban at a speed just low enough as not to arouse suspicion but still keep up with the vessel. The information he'd bought off of that old hermit appeared to be correct. He flashed a grin as he put on his father's Mandalorian armor and strapped his Cortosis swords to his back and knife to his side.

This was going to be fun.

 

[Darren Onyx]

Onyx was smiling. He was back in familiar territory The planet that started his career of bloodshed and power. He pressed a button and spoke into it. "Come up here M3." Onyx could here the black and red astrodroid approach from behind. He had bought M3 a year ago on Naboo. He had been, even though he was a droid, a good friend and loyal servant.

"Yes master Onyx?"

"Prepare the package. I want it ready by the time we land. If you mess this meeting up your head will be on my desk!" Onyx said in a sinister tone. In the time he was gone, Onyx had become even more darkened by the power of the dark side. He was evil. He no longer had normal emotions. He was a sociopath. He wanted to see people suffer. It would only be a matter of time before he suffered.

 

[Antio]

As the ships progressed through space's cold imbrace Antio activated the autopilot sequence. Vengeance would follow the Sith's ship while keeping safe distance and after the Sith landed would position Antio in a location where he could leap onto the vessel and likely suprise the Sith. He loaded up a Chimera blaster rifle, Manticore grenade launcher, and Imp pistol from Vengeance's armory. The launcher went along his back over the swords, the pistol on his hip, and the rifle held securely in his hands.

He approached the airlock and cracked his neck as the ship followed it's proper protocols. Hopefully he'd add another notch to his armor today. Antio had been at this for a while and due to the nature of his strikes most Sith were hopelessly unaware of his tactics. This one would soon learn. Harshly.

A smile crept behind the Mando's orange stripped helmet.

 

[Darren Onyx]

Onyx could feel something. Another soul. Someone was following him. "M4, scan the ship following us." Onyx sat forward and prepared his ship for a fight, diverting all non-essential power to the shield generators.

"Scanning complete my lord. It is a Vengeance class star-fighter. I can't calculate their strategy or the owner."

"Thanks 4. I am going to take a quick detour." Onyx then jerked the ship hard right into the debry field. He began to fly circles and ducks around it, hoping the pursuer would either give up or crash.