K i n g
Castle Bast seemed a bit darker than usual. Maybe it was the acid rain flowing over the shielded windows, or even the fact that the Moon was nowhere to be found in the night sky. From his window, Adron stared up at the barren sky, his expression calm and solemn. He glanced down to the desk beside him, where his lightsaber sat. It had been disassembled and cleaned, while the outer casing had been given a thorough polish. Taking the weapon, he clipped it to his belt and made his way towards the door.
The black and crimson suit he wore was rather symbolic to his goal for the evening.
The door to his room came open just as Adron’s hand reached for it. The withered form behind the door carried a curious expression. “Young lord?” Vincent said, arching his brow at the man before him.
“Excuse me. But I saw your light was on. Would you care for some tea or something to eat? You are up awfully late.” Glancing back into his room, he smiled a bit before turning back to the older man hunched down before him. Resting a hand on the servant, Adron shook his head. “No, Vincent. Why don't you go to bed. Your Mistress will be upset if you overwork yourself.” Adron stated, pressing into the man’s mind with the subtle push of The Force.
“Yes… “ he started, his tone a bit monotone for a moment. “I believe I will retire. My Lady will be upset if I overwork myself. Good night, Young Lord.” Vincent would offer before turning down the hall, away from the guest halls.
Adjusting the crimson tie around his neck, Adron turned towards Vincent’s departure, the raven haired man could hear the ragged coughs erupting from the man. Time was working against the kind old man.
Without a word, Adron turned away from the direction Vincent had departed. No one would see him, and unless someone of incredible power was trying to find him, no one would sense him. He had wrapped himself in a canvas of The Dark Side. He was now invisible, to both the eyes and The Force.
Adron’s steps were slow, yet deliberate. He had considered the consequences of what was to happen this night, and accepted them.
Finding himself standing before Kei’s room in the castle, the Dark Jedi pulled his lightsaber from its place on his waist. With his free hand he would raise a finger towards his friends door. The softest of clicks erupting as the door was opened via the Invisible tendrils of The Force. The door would not creak as it was opened by Adron. To anyone watching, it would appear the door had simply come open of its own accord.
Passing the threshold into the room, Adron approached his slumbering friends side. The holoemitter Kei usually employed was not on in this moment. Now, all Adron saw was a sleeping beast, awaiting rampage. He peered down at him, looking at the living armor that had nearly taken over every bit of Kei’s humanity.
This had to be done. In the recent weeks even Kei himself had noticed the danger of his existence. So Adron had decided to solve the problem.
In the Empire, he had learned how to handle potential problems. Eliminate them.
The snaphiss of a lightsaber could be heard, as a violet hue covered the room. His blade flew in coordination with the sound, aimed to sever Kei’s head.
[member="Kei Raxis"]
The black and crimson suit he wore was rather symbolic to his goal for the evening.
The door to his room came open just as Adron’s hand reached for it. The withered form behind the door carried a curious expression. “Young lord?” Vincent said, arching his brow at the man before him.
“Excuse me. But I saw your light was on. Would you care for some tea or something to eat? You are up awfully late.” Glancing back into his room, he smiled a bit before turning back to the older man hunched down before him. Resting a hand on the servant, Adron shook his head. “No, Vincent. Why don't you go to bed. Your Mistress will be upset if you overwork yourself.” Adron stated, pressing into the man’s mind with the subtle push of The Force.
“Yes… “ he started, his tone a bit monotone for a moment. “I believe I will retire. My Lady will be upset if I overwork myself. Good night, Young Lord.” Vincent would offer before turning down the hall, away from the guest halls.
Adjusting the crimson tie around his neck, Adron turned towards Vincent’s departure, the raven haired man could hear the ragged coughs erupting from the man. Time was working against the kind old man.
Without a word, Adron turned away from the direction Vincent had departed. No one would see him, and unless someone of incredible power was trying to find him, no one would sense him. He had wrapped himself in a canvas of The Dark Side. He was now invisible, to both the eyes and The Force.
Adron’s steps were slow, yet deliberate. He had considered the consequences of what was to happen this night, and accepted them.
Finding himself standing before Kei’s room in the castle, the Dark Jedi pulled his lightsaber from its place on his waist. With his free hand he would raise a finger towards his friends door. The softest of clicks erupting as the door was opened via the Invisible tendrils of The Force. The door would not creak as it was opened by Adron. To anyone watching, it would appear the door had simply come open of its own accord.
Passing the threshold into the room, Adron approached his slumbering friends side. The holoemitter Kei usually employed was not on in this moment. Now, all Adron saw was a sleeping beast, awaiting rampage. He peered down at him, looking at the living armor that had nearly taken over every bit of Kei’s humanity.
This had to be done. In the recent weeks even Kei himself had noticed the danger of his existence. So Adron had decided to solve the problem.
In the Empire, he had learned how to handle potential problems. Eliminate them.
The snaphiss of a lightsaber could be heard, as a violet hue covered the room. His blade flew in coordination with the sound, aimed to sever Kei’s head.
[member="Kei Raxis"]