Venris Helion
Forming my own path
Nar Shadda
One could always expect to find something on this festering wound of a planet. Venris had found the people who he would form the Expeditionary Fleet with, people who he would think of as family for a time...and now he was back again, conducting the business of a new faction, serving under a different banner.
And right now that business involved holding up a Rodian against a wall without even laying a hand on him.
"Now think this through," Venris said calmly, not fearing the possibility of someone peeking into the back street he'd taken this 'interview' to. "Is it really worth dying over a few clients who will be a little too busy feeding maggots to hunt you down after I'm finished with them?"
The Rodian struggled to break free. "I-you won't make me talk, Sith." He hissed. "Do what you will! There are things far more frightening than you and your fancy powers."
"True," Venris conceded, drawing the Rodian in close. "However, those things aren't here. So why don't you act a little more reasonable and just let me get to work? I guarantee none of them will live long enough to find out you sold them out, and if any of them do they won't have time to even think of sending somebody to take care of you." He paused and gripped the Rodian by the scruff of his coat. "And don't call me a bleeding Sith! There's a difference between a fanatical dark side worshipper and me..."
Venris drew out his blaster and set it against the Rodian's leg. "For example...I don't know many Sith Lords who use guns."
Over the course of the next minute one might hear the discharge of a blaster followed by some screams that faded within seconds. After the Rodian chose to avoid having a hole burned in his good leg Venris found him to be a good deal more cooperative and quickly extracted the information he needed before departing, leaving the Rodian to make his own way to a medical clinic.
Walking through a deserted side road, Venris tapped his communicator. "Alright, we have three targets on this planet alone. We'll take our time, see if we can't get anymore information on what to expect and then have a go at them. After that there's at least a half dozen more we have to hit within a week who are scattered across three other planets."
He smirked as his XO gave an irritated response.
"Yeah, I know." Venris nodded. "We have our work cut out for us, let's try not to disappoint our new benefactors." He hung up and sighed, wondering how it had come to this.
In the Fleet he had at least been doing good, but now he felt little better than a common thug. How had he gone from being a Jedi to this in little over a decade? Sure, he'd spent most of that decade as a mercenary who didn't even have a lightsaber but at least then he'd kept his head down and held a higher bar for what assignments he took. Now...his life was rather stagnant, in need of something to make things interesting again.
It would help to meet any old friends, but he doubted he'd find any out here, and the chances of making a new friend on Nar Shadda was rather....abysmally low.
One could always expect to find something on this festering wound of a planet. Venris had found the people who he would form the Expeditionary Fleet with, people who he would think of as family for a time...and now he was back again, conducting the business of a new faction, serving under a different banner.
And right now that business involved holding up a Rodian against a wall without even laying a hand on him.
"Now think this through," Venris said calmly, not fearing the possibility of someone peeking into the back street he'd taken this 'interview' to. "Is it really worth dying over a few clients who will be a little too busy feeding maggots to hunt you down after I'm finished with them?"
The Rodian struggled to break free. "I-you won't make me talk, Sith." He hissed. "Do what you will! There are things far more frightening than you and your fancy powers."
"True," Venris conceded, drawing the Rodian in close. "However, those things aren't here. So why don't you act a little more reasonable and just let me get to work? I guarantee none of them will live long enough to find out you sold them out, and if any of them do they won't have time to even think of sending somebody to take care of you." He paused and gripped the Rodian by the scruff of his coat. "And don't call me a bleeding Sith! There's a difference between a fanatical dark side worshipper and me..."
Venris drew out his blaster and set it against the Rodian's leg. "For example...I don't know many Sith Lords who use guns."
Over the course of the next minute one might hear the discharge of a blaster followed by some screams that faded within seconds. After the Rodian chose to avoid having a hole burned in his good leg Venris found him to be a good deal more cooperative and quickly extracted the information he needed before departing, leaving the Rodian to make his own way to a medical clinic.
Walking through a deserted side road, Venris tapped his communicator. "Alright, we have three targets on this planet alone. We'll take our time, see if we can't get anymore information on what to expect and then have a go at them. After that there's at least a half dozen more we have to hit within a week who are scattered across three other planets."
He smirked as his XO gave an irritated response.
"Yeah, I know." Venris nodded. "We have our work cut out for us, let's try not to disappoint our new benefactors." He hung up and sighed, wondering how it had come to this.
In the Fleet he had at least been doing good, but now he felt little better than a common thug. How had he gone from being a Jedi to this in little over a decade? Sure, he'd spent most of that decade as a mercenary who didn't even have a lightsaber but at least then he'd kept his head down and held a higher bar for what assignments he took. Now...his life was rather stagnant, in need of something to make things interesting again.
It would help to meet any old friends, but he doubted he'd find any out here, and the chances of making a new friend on Nar Shadda was rather....abysmally low.