Bedrovelse Hevn
The Dark Sage
Hevn’s Sith infiltrator drops out of hyperspace in the Geonosis system. The giant bug infested rust ball lurked within view of the cockpit where Hevn stood behind his pilots.
His pair of followers were an unlikely duo. Mad Claws was an exiled Catharian. Short and stout his feline features were topped off with a thick mane of tangled brown that wrapped around his head. He was named for the reason of his exile, using the claws native to his species to maul an enemy in self defense. Such things were still punishable in a life and death situation, a sentiment that Hevn did not share. Bedrovelse trained Mad Claws to be an even more formidable foe, embracing that ferocity and resourceful nature the Catharian already possessed. Mad Claws felt welcome and respected under Hevn’s service and had been a loyal addition to the crew for a many years.
Roarshen Alpha sat next to Mad Claws. A hulking Shistavanen with an eye patch over his right eye. Once a cantina owner on Uvena Prime, a planet under Hevn’s control as a warlord, he found a more lucrative living as an informant, spy, and enforcer for Bedrovelse. Alpha was trained as a dark Jedi by Hevn, as Hevn saw benefit in a more capable servant. Alpha had at one point attempted an attack on Hevn and was beaten and tortured beyond his worst nightmares. After being victim to the terror Hevn imposed on him, he begged for his life and was shown a miraculous act of mercy. Bedrovelse knew that terror would stay with Alpha forever and it had not been attempted since. Alpha did not relish the idea of Hevn’s ire finding its gaze upon him ever again.
Geonosis used to belong to Hevn. The natives left to their business while he was left to his. Partnered to raise a droid army capable of crushing Hevn’s enemies. Returning from the Unknown Regions searching for a greater connection to the force, he assumed his complex outside the native capital would be the safest place to return. Instead, Hevn observes fleets and stations orbiting a once forsaken planet. An expansive city crawled by as the planet spun quietly in place. That was new. It also meant that someone had erected that with enough credits and control to be in charge here. He should have been more wary of galactic powers seizing the droid factories. The question remained, who? Could they be bought? Intimidated? Deceived? That would take time and clandestine operation to discover.
Hevn was never the type to ask permission. “Take us in. Activate the cloaking field.”
Mad Claws jerked the ship into motion as he pushes down on the thrusters. Alpha’s massive paws drag across the controls of the cock pit, activating the cloaking. The ship shudders as the stealth field generator dies with a croaking whine. Hevn’s glare remained firmly on the planet ahead, the fleet drawing closer. An air of fear crept from his pilots as the cloaking died and they anticipated Hevn’s fury.
Mad Claws broke the silence warily. “ My Lord, your spell of concealment?”
“Useful against sentient eyes. Technology of their caliber will surpass my conjured illusions. Confusing them will yield worse results than attempting to make new friends. Give me the comm.” Hevn’s reply was void of his usual irritation. He was far more interested in the direction this would take once they searched his ship. Provided this was not a Jedi enclave, they should at the least be ejected from the planet without extensive conflict.
::Geonosis control. This is Bedrovelse Hevn. Seeking permissions to my outpost outside the Stalgasin Hive spires::
Mad Claws turned toward Hevn. “We are kriffed.” Alpha snorts, nodding in agreement.
Hevn musingly answers, “ We will find out shortly how many we will have to kill today.”
A solemn silence fell over them like a blanket.
His pair of followers were an unlikely duo. Mad Claws was an exiled Catharian. Short and stout his feline features were topped off with a thick mane of tangled brown that wrapped around his head. He was named for the reason of his exile, using the claws native to his species to maul an enemy in self defense. Such things were still punishable in a life and death situation, a sentiment that Hevn did not share. Bedrovelse trained Mad Claws to be an even more formidable foe, embracing that ferocity and resourceful nature the Catharian already possessed. Mad Claws felt welcome and respected under Hevn’s service and had been a loyal addition to the crew for a many years.
Roarshen Alpha sat next to Mad Claws. A hulking Shistavanen with an eye patch over his right eye. Once a cantina owner on Uvena Prime, a planet under Hevn’s control as a warlord, he found a more lucrative living as an informant, spy, and enforcer for Bedrovelse. Alpha was trained as a dark Jedi by Hevn, as Hevn saw benefit in a more capable servant. Alpha had at one point attempted an attack on Hevn and was beaten and tortured beyond his worst nightmares. After being victim to the terror Hevn imposed on him, he begged for his life and was shown a miraculous act of mercy. Bedrovelse knew that terror would stay with Alpha forever and it had not been attempted since. Alpha did not relish the idea of Hevn’s ire finding its gaze upon him ever again.
Geonosis used to belong to Hevn. The natives left to their business while he was left to his. Partnered to raise a droid army capable of crushing Hevn’s enemies. Returning from the Unknown Regions searching for a greater connection to the force, he assumed his complex outside the native capital would be the safest place to return. Instead, Hevn observes fleets and stations orbiting a once forsaken planet. An expansive city crawled by as the planet spun quietly in place. That was new. It also meant that someone had erected that with enough credits and control to be in charge here. He should have been more wary of galactic powers seizing the droid factories. The question remained, who? Could they be bought? Intimidated? Deceived? That would take time and clandestine operation to discover.
Hevn was never the type to ask permission. “Take us in. Activate the cloaking field.”
Mad Claws jerked the ship into motion as he pushes down on the thrusters. Alpha’s massive paws drag across the controls of the cock pit, activating the cloaking. The ship shudders as the stealth field generator dies with a croaking whine. Hevn’s glare remained firmly on the planet ahead, the fleet drawing closer. An air of fear crept from his pilots as the cloaking died and they anticipated Hevn’s fury.
Mad Claws broke the silence warily. “ My Lord, your spell of concealment?”
“Useful against sentient eyes. Technology of their caliber will surpass my conjured illusions. Confusing them will yield worse results than attempting to make new friends. Give me the comm.” Hevn’s reply was void of his usual irritation. He was far more interested in the direction this would take once they searched his ship. Provided this was not a Jedi enclave, they should at the least be ejected from the planet without extensive conflict.
::Geonosis control. This is Bedrovelse Hevn. Seeking permissions to my outpost outside the Stalgasin Hive spires::
Mad Claws turned toward Hevn. “We are kriffed.” Alpha snorts, nodding in agreement.
Hevn musingly answers, “ We will find out shortly how many we will have to kill today.”
A solemn silence fell over them like a blanket.