Lord Ajihad
I use Aristois
Coruscant Undercity: Level 2
One week ago
In the second level of the Coruscant undercity, a lonely dark-clad figure sat in the glum corner of a swanky bar. The Hardened Gamorrean, as it was called, was a local hotspot for the low-paid working class, serving watery rum and greasy low-quality food. The air smelled of cheap deathsticks and unrefined spice, as well as sweat and other unsavory smells.
So why was a prestigious SIth Lord there? As privileged as life as a Sith was, sometimes someone as solitary as Ajihad needed a break from it all. He spent most of his days hunting down enemies of the Sith, and was widely regarded as one of the most feared assassins in the galaxy. However, that life was a lonely one, causing the need for the occasional cheap and dimly-lit bar for some form of comfort.
As he rolled the half-empty glass of watered-down Coruscanti rum, he caught a commotion out of the corner of his eye. A large Weequay was engaging in a fight with a smaller man, but that's not what caught his eye. Fights broke out here on a daily basis, usually involving the Weequay perpetrator. What got the assassin's attention was the other man whom he had never seen before. In a small sequence of lightning-fast moves, the alien was laying dead on the floor with a broken neck. Ajihad's eyebrows knit together. He had never seen a martial artist move so quickly anywhere outside of House Rist on Alderaan, and this man was no Rist assassin. The mysterious man bolted out the door before anyone could foolishly attempt to apprehend him, running off into the infinite city.
Present Day
Ajihad had been following the police investigation on this man for several days from the shadows, picking up on the bits and pieces of information they had found so far. They were close to making a breakthrough on the man's location, when a young police officer had found a vital piece of information as to where he dwelled. He was en route to the local station, when a wraithlike figure emerged emerged from the shadows. He held up a hand, forcing the officer to halt in his tracks. "Who do you think you are, interfering on official police..." Before he finished his sentence, a crushing pressure would be applied to his throat. The funny thing was, nobody was touching him. The assassin used the force to search his thoughts, instincts telling him this man knew where the man was. The officer kicked and flailed, trying to cry out. After a couple minutes of searching, Ajihad had what he was looking for. He twisted his hand slightly, and the man's neck made a slight popping sound. The officer fell to the ground unmoving, and Ajihad set off for where he believed this man to be.
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