
Silver Sanctum Outpost, Jobreth Plains
Jabiim, Phelleem Sector outside SSC Space
Better dead than cope with what was happening in his galaxy.
Krius Syonis was en-route back to Skye and his residence away from the chaos, but before his travels were over, he was intrigued by one more Order – the Silver Jedi, or the Silver Sanctum, whatever – operating out of Voss.
Jabiim wasn’t in their territory, that much he knew, but it was soon going to be if he suspected they were branching out. Bearing no blade, nor Sith or Jedi aura, Krius was able to seek sanctuary with the outpost as he travelled across the galaxy a lone man. So he said.
His scavenger ship, looking as beat up as any hunk of junk in the system, was the perfect vessel to arrive in because it had no weapons, no shields, no dangers – it was his fathers at one time and used for mining and junk harvesting for scrap. Now, it was Krius’s way across the stars.
It was only when he was there on the landing pad of their little outpost was he able to satisfy his lust for blood – the eradication of the parasitic non-Force users who patrolled with their blasters and rifles, all little toys against the might of the Force that surrounded them all they didn’t even see it.
They’d even tried to arrest him with a bold couple of governors and a Jedi, all who swiftly met their demise through a crushed larynx and internal bleeding. His cowl trailed over their bodies as he walked to the communication hub and kept an eye on the radar. Some coward was bound to have sent a distress call, or so he hoped.
Hopefully, they would come, or someone worthy of his time, so he could understand the last puzzle piece in the Force jigsaw, and those who stood with or against him within the Silver Sanctum.
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