Eternal Father


Coruscant, Night
The ship passed through the illuminated night air, slipping past traffic control like a shadow. It wasn't the first time it had managed to bypass Alliance security measures on their capital, but this would be by far it's most important trespass. The tower was tall, rising out from Coruscant's cityscape like a monolith, its peak affording a commanding view of the distant horizon. A few others were situated nearby, but this one was the largest. The penthouse at its pinnacle was dark save for a few external lights, primarily those meant to warn passing vessels of its presence.
A shadow fell across the exposed veranda, the darkened ship lingering just beyond its borders. It edged closer, light spilling out as a ramp underslung from beneath its body and gently touched down upon the polished marble stairs. There was a figure, lingering at the top of the ramp, hood drawn over their face. They swept their gaze from side to side, surveying the veranda before them. Then, with purposeful steps, they descended the ramp and dropped down onto the smooth marble. Walking forward, they moved under the overhang where many couches and leisurely furniture had been arranged. Ahead was a set of locked doors, which opened as the robed figure waved a single hand in their direction.
Inside was picturesque, the epitome of a family home; albeit still carrying the tumultuous signs of recent occupation. Things had not yet been fully arranged, some remained in boxes pushed to the corners. Some of the walls were bare, others had decorations and tapestries. A holographic picture was perched on a hall-stand, displaying a loving mother, a dutiful father, and an innocent young girl. The figure reached out a gloved hand towards the hologram, but stopped short of actually touching it. The picture suddenly rattled and flew across the hall, smashing into the wall and breaking apart with a sizzle of electricity.
Dark eyes looked away from the destruction, looking further down the hall. The figure could sense the life-forces of four slumbering deeply, but there were others in adjacent chambers that began to stir; alerted by the sudden commotion. One passed through a doorway, looking first to the smashed picture, and then slowly looking to the looming shadow that now towered above her. The scream that began to rise up in her throat found its path obstructed, as an invisible hand clamped down hard enough to collapse her windpipe in the blink of an eye. She collapsed to the ground, a wheezy exhalation of air escaping through her mouth alongside a faint trail of blood.
The figure walked over the body without a second glance, the Dark Side surrounding them as they moved to kill again.