Fallen Phoenix
Cloud City, Bespin
Outer Rim Territories
The last several months since his master's return had been spent on Teth, dedicated to training Lady Kyros' armies as well as honing his own skills. With recent developments in galactic politics and warring factions grabbing what land they can get their hands on, they opted for a much more subtle way of gathering power. His Queen had loyal spies scattered across the stars, always supplying her with intel on whatever goes on in every corner of the galaxy. The Ashborn, armoured fist of Lady Kyros, had now travelled to Bespin to dispense justice upon a former spy of Kyros' who had renounced his loyalty to her. A most heinous act, in the Lady's eyes as well as her enforcer's.
Finding out where the scum had run off to had been easy enough. Now awaited the punishment. The traitor had even gone so far as to hiring a mercenary gang to safeguard him during his stay there. Had he known who was coming for him, he would've hired twice the amount of guards. Hiding in the lowest reaches of Cloud City surrounded by mercenaries, Thyrian worked his way down, level by level. The closer he got, the more guards he encountered. He made short work of them, yet. None would stand between him and his target, and had they any brains they would have had more luck surviving by throwing themselves off Cloud City.
"N-no... please!" the weasly man begged as he kneeled before the Ashborn with a crimson lightsaber to his neck. Surrounding him were the bodies of the last of his bodyguards, their blood spilled across the floor and walls. Thyrian's eyes lit up at the display of cowardice. "You have betrayed the trust of the Lady. There is but one punishment." The man's eyes widened in fear. "No! I have... I have credits! See?" His hand reached down his pocket and came up with a credit chit. "Your life no longer has any worth", he simply replied as his lightsaber promptly severed the traitor's head from his body. The Ashborn plucked the credit chit from the dead man's hand and crushed it in his fist before leaving the scene.
Once back on the higher levels, he stopped to look over his equipment, taking a seat on a bench overlooking the grand planet below. Anyone else would've marvelled over how beautiful the view was, but he had little patience for such things. He only knew of one beauty, and she was not present. Upon sitting down he felt a sharp sting of pain, as he'd unknowingly been injured in the fighting. Times like these he wished he'd never become human. Somehow life seemed so much simpler prior to his death.
[member="Evie Arden"]
Outer Rim Territories
The last several months since his master's return had been spent on Teth, dedicated to training Lady Kyros' armies as well as honing his own skills. With recent developments in galactic politics and warring factions grabbing what land they can get their hands on, they opted for a much more subtle way of gathering power. His Queen had loyal spies scattered across the stars, always supplying her with intel on whatever goes on in every corner of the galaxy. The Ashborn, armoured fist of Lady Kyros, had now travelled to Bespin to dispense justice upon a former spy of Kyros' who had renounced his loyalty to her. A most heinous act, in the Lady's eyes as well as her enforcer's.
Finding out where the scum had run off to had been easy enough. Now awaited the punishment. The traitor had even gone so far as to hiring a mercenary gang to safeguard him during his stay there. Had he known who was coming for him, he would've hired twice the amount of guards. Hiding in the lowest reaches of Cloud City surrounded by mercenaries, Thyrian worked his way down, level by level. The closer he got, the more guards he encountered. He made short work of them, yet. None would stand between him and his target, and had they any brains they would have had more luck surviving by throwing themselves off Cloud City.
"N-no... please!" the weasly man begged as he kneeled before the Ashborn with a crimson lightsaber to his neck. Surrounding him were the bodies of the last of his bodyguards, their blood spilled across the floor and walls. Thyrian's eyes lit up at the display of cowardice. "You have betrayed the trust of the Lady. There is but one punishment." The man's eyes widened in fear. "No! I have... I have credits! See?" His hand reached down his pocket and came up with a credit chit. "Your life no longer has any worth", he simply replied as his lightsaber promptly severed the traitor's head from his body. The Ashborn plucked the credit chit from the dead man's hand and crushed it in his fist before leaving the scene.
Once back on the higher levels, he stopped to look over his equipment, taking a seat on a bench overlooking the grand planet below. Anyone else would've marvelled over how beautiful the view was, but he had little patience for such things. He only knew of one beauty, and she was not present. Upon sitting down he felt a sharp sting of pain, as he'd unknowingly been injured in the fighting. Times like these he wished he'd never become human. Somehow life seemed so much simpler prior to his death.
[member="Evie Arden"]