Come Find Me [Dark Acolytes]

[Garza]

I smiled brightly at the city.

This place would soon become a playground for me. One for me to test upon these Dark Acolytes who pride themselves of being a personal sect of force sensitives, and operatives who worked with [member="Darth Metus"]. You see, it had been years since I had seen the man. My once mentor and surrogate father. The man who introduced me to the dark side. While this happened not of Isley's own design, He was darker, and thus allowed me to delve into it's depths. From here, I learned much, and gained much. Now, I came to test his apprentices. The thing was, neither him, nor his group of Dark Acolytes knew that I was coming back.

I was suited up in my older armor. Sure Metus may have seen it, but I doubt he thought I was still alive. Carrying my rifle in my arms, a pistol on my right thigh, and a newer lightsaber on my left hip. While that was all I brought with me, it would be more than enough to test them all. I even thought I might see the familiar face of one of my allies and rivals. [member="Nyx"] Verd who was more than content with facing me when we were apprentices long ago. Now, I just hoped she had learned from her... headstrong ways.

Rolling my shoulders, I tapped the side of my helmet. In a few moments, various lights within the district shut down. An entire 15 square blocks suddenly went offline with various booms from around the city. Yes, I was careful enough to predict the size of the bombs going off on the power conduits to only destroy that and that alone. And yes, I would pay for them afterwords. However, I needed to call them out. So, I sent one encrypted message through all communication channels on the planet. Not hard when you know the systems that Metus used since you helped him set it up so long ago.

Showing the face of my armor on any screen it could, and otherwise the metallic voice from the distorted voice.

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"Welcome to my playground Dark Acolytes. Come find me if you dare." ​

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[member="Kilia"], [member="Srina Talon"], [member="Daxton Bane"], [member="Akabane Jarvik"], [member="Mirvak"], [member="The Fallen"], [member="Er'in Tenel"], [member="Katria Vekarr"], [member="Kurenai Yumi"], [member="Ryvan Tau'rae"], ​

 

[Daxton Bane]

[member="Zephyr Carrick"]

Daxton was getting really annoyed, somehow someone had hacked his schedule and booked a shopping trip to Naboo. To add more insult to injury, they had locked it with a new password preventing him from deleting the entry. He had spent the better part of four hours trying to splice the code but finally was able to get in.

As he was typing the reason for cancellation, the power suddenly cut off. What happened next is not fit to be repeated, but given the temper and reputation of the dark lord, suffice to say it wasn’t a pretty sight.

When the message appeared on his screen, he suddenly had someone to vent all that frustration on. Rising from his chair, Daxton donned his combat gear. Whoever this person was, they would need to be taugh a lesson in manners.