Revna was a silent, grim specter as she moved through the desolate streets of just one of the industrial zones on the moon she had arrived on with the Sith Order’s forces. War raged across the system, as the Sith Emperor
Darth Empyrean
had decreed that Tion would fall into their hands, and its moons would thus come under Sith control, wrestled away from the Empire of the Lost. Smoke and ash drifted through the street she walked down as fires raged nearby, set by rioters and criminals and cultists alike as they sought to stir up chaos and defy the Sith Empire. Revna had been selected to join her cousin,
Darth Malum of House Marr
as he and his Tsis’Kaar forces sought to restore order to the moon they tread upon. Normally, she would have been right beside her own Master - but this time it would be
Falentra
aiding the Lord Inquisitor. Though young Revna was somewhat disappointed to be pulled away from Strosius, she set her attachment aside to focus on the task at hand.
It was the first time that Revna of House Marr had been brought into one of the Sith Emperor’s invasions; yes, she’d been a part of military campaigns on behalf of the Sith - but that had been for and alongside her Master,
Darth Strosius
. This was something different, however. She was here on orders to do her part for the Sith Order, and the Sith Empire that she technically owed her allegiance to.
There was much to be done, and she would do her part.
On this particular outing, she was fully wrapped up in her Squire’s robes, every part of her body protected, and an airtight mask on her face that aided in providing her fresh air to breathe. She was thankful for it, otherwise without it she would no doubt be choking on fumes and ash and soot and whatever else was lurking in the air.
The Sith apprentice considered herself more of a lone wolf, a huntress to stalk the shadows, seeking out her prey - than one who worked in a group setting. So while Darth Malum had set about bringing order in his own way via executions, she had slipped into the shadows to go on her own hunt, even parting ways with the company of
Zachariah Conway
to do her duty. Leaving the safety of the group was a purposeful tactic on her part.
She knew that those who defied the Sith and sought to sew chaos would be drawn to a lone, small woman wandering the streets. She used herself as a lure, as bait, to bring her prey to her location. And it worked.
Revna sensed a presence nearby, lurking…then two, then three. She kept at her normal pace, pretending that she was unaware of their presence, though she discreetly slipped one of her new sabers into her hand, concealed from view. She didn’t need to see with her physical eyes to know that someone was approaching her and fast with less than welcome intentions. In a flash, a brilliant burnt orange hued saber blade ignited as she swung to cut down the individual who had charged her. The other two popped up to fire shots at her with blaster weapons, which she deftly blocked and returned to their senders, one of which connected, while the remaining survivor managed to avoid his returning bolt.
Anyone who attacked a member of the Sith Empire, the Sith Order, was just signing their own death warrant. With an almost cruel sense of coldness and detachment, Revna reached out with her free hand and grabbed the remaining offender through the Force, lifting him up as he clawed at his throat and kicked and sputtered. She could feel his fear bleeding into the Force, and it brought a smile to her hidden face as she fed from it. She let him dangle, choking desperately…given just enough air to breathe, while still inducing some panic and dread.
“
You should have known what would befall you when you sought to strike down a Sith. There will be no mercy.” came her whispery voice, soft and almost gentle - before she tightened her grip slowly, watching his face turn purple. She could feel others moving through the streets and the shadows nearby, but she did not concern herself with them just yet. They would all die in due time.
The man’s life ended with a sickening crunch, and his body went limp as she dropped him unceremoniously to the ground, to lay with the others who had fallen. Without a touch of remorse or regret, Revna continued onward - seeking and destroying to bring order, and to punish those who would defy the Sith and their rightful dominion of the galaxy.
Her efforts would be hindered, however, as she sensed a tremor of danger through the Force…just before sickly gas would start to billow from various buildings and vents in the street. She scoffed at the efforts the enemies of the Sith made, seeking to use chemical warfare in order to destroy the Sith who had arrived to claim what was rightfully theirs. Still, she knew she couldn’t be exposed to the gas for too long…and it frustrated her that her hunt would be cut shorter than she had anticipated. Revna began her return to Malum and his forces for further orders and direction given the new circumstances - even as the moon was carpet bombed by the Kainites from above, releasing their own potent chemical attacks to neutralize anyone who wasn’t properly protected.
The agonized death screams of those caught in the cocktail of lethal gasses rippled across physical space and through the Force, before silence began to fall. Though many had died in such a short span of time, she knew that there were many others that had yet to fall, yet to pay for their treachery, their blatant defiance of the Sith. This was only the beginning of the siege; the Sith War Machine would continue to turn and grind all its foes into dust, until submission came - or there was nothing left to destroy.
Teckla Tane
& Imperial Forces
Iroai Amulet
