Xeykard
The Scales Tip





Xeykard had never been to Coruscant before. Nar Shaddaa, Bastion -- no other world seemed to compare to the scale of this place, nor its depravity. He'd crawled through a dozen hells before this and none even came close. The weak festered above and below. All carrot, no stick. Not an ounce of order to be found in the entire system.
But his was a different task. From this hell he would take one of the dead; a traveling Jedi Master, one of few in this era to pass of natural causes. Xeykard was to take the body from the Temple before it was rendered to ash.
He shuddered to think what the Dark Lord would do with it. But, from the way things were going, this was Xeykard's chance to truly prove himself.
Along with a small team of specialists, he'd infiltrated Coruscant's underworld near the Temple. Ancient Sith information spoke of secret entrances down here; while the Saaraishash agents handled the overhead, he was the wetwork. He stalked the halls of the Temple, manipulating the security measures and carefully avoiding the Jedi who were still up at this late hour. His presence was mute, indistinguishable from the natural flow of the Force; he moved soundlessly, smelled like nothing.
In time he reached the room where the body was being kept -- after one last check of the hall, he tapped the release on the door, and slipped inside.