Xevek Nekonis
From The Shadows
Coruscant - Jedi Temple - Halls of Healing
To become nothing was easy for Xevek Rakama. To surrender his identity within the Force to the point he became nothing more than a shade of the man he was, a malleable shade he could shape to his will, was an act that came naturally for the Iridonian. After all, that was a desire that resonated strongly within the core of his being. He did not desire to become a name known to all, in fact, he detested the thought. He preferred the realm of shadows and whispers more than any other reality offered within the Galaxy, a realm where he could become nothing more than a shadow that stalked its prey silently and passed beneath the notice of others. Further, in the end, he held no true grasp as to who he was. He knew his core ideals, the rock sold center that whispered his thoughts, but, he knew not who he was beyond those few aspects. Emotions were distant concepts to him, colourless ideals unless they were particularly strong feelings.
All of this meant that Xevek could easily adopt new personas just as much as he could disregard them, presenting whatever characteristics could serve him best in whatever situation he found himself in. As was often the case, though, the inclinations and personalities of an individual influenced the nature of how the Force flowed through them, tainted the threads of the great ocean that twisted within their bodies, to the point that specific impossibilities made possible within the Force became easier or harder. Whilst a being who sought to stand front and center of every other beings' mind might struggle to cast away their Presence within the Force, for Xevek it was easy. It took little effort for him to unravel who he was, to do away with the Darkness that lurked around him in the Force, to seemingly weaken the connection he held with the Force itself, until he became a random nobody rather than a Sith Acolyte.
This natural skill, his unique perception of who he was as an individual, meant that he could stand before an individual known to him and not have them recognise him within the Force. And, when it came to standing before a stranger, that ability was magnified for they had no expectations of what to find and so had no idea what to look for should Xevek's disguise within the Force falter for any reason. It was this strength in adopting a mask within the Force as real as the mask he oft wore within the Empire and on missions that lent itself to the current situation that Xevek found himself as he sat quietly within the Halls of Healing in the Jedi Temple and shouts and chaos rung out within the Force and all around him - Jedi Healers caring to the injured being brought to them as Sentinels that had not been swayed to the Truth of the Darkness stood as guards in the name of their foul Light.
It had not been hard for Xevek to gain access to the Jedi Temple once his camouflage within the Force had been settled. Having been ordered to Coruscant by the Queen of Shadows with orders to position himself so that he would be able to strike out and eliminate Jedi Healers, Xevek had simply allowed for the augmentation the Darkness granted his ailing body to slide away, leaving him empty and cold, feeling weaker than normal, and letting the Healers encounter a man with one partially-blind eye, a missing arm replaced with a cybernetic limb, around thirty percent of his skin covered in burn scars and scars from serious wounds along with a deformed left ocular socket that had resulted in the loss of his eye. He had let them see what they prefered to see, what they assumed to be a man so weakened from his wounds that he was completely incapacitated and let them take advantage of their false realities to reaffirm to themselves their ‘good’ nature by taking him in for Healing. All living beings prefered to see what they wanted to, after all, and it was all the easier to deceive them when the lie you span was a lie they created themselves.
Now he found himself sat within the Temple itself, greeted openly by the Jedi he so detested, welcomed into the den of the blight upon the Galaxy. News and rumour were already reaching him of great ships arising from the depths of Coruscant, cleaving through buildings and leaving them to collapse in on themselves as the transports shepherding numerous Sith to the doors of their enemies slowly emerged from the shadowy depths they had hidden themselves in whilst more Sith and Imperial Forces were descending upon the City Planet from the holes in the shielding. And that was all Xevek knew of what was happening outside of the Temple from the hushed conversations he was listening into. As for inside the Temple he could hear the evidence, as well as listen to the tales, of hidden agents of the Sith turning upon those that called them brothers or sisters and cutting them down with brutal strength. This was what the years had been building towards, the Dark striking at one of the hearts of the weakening Light.
It was time for the Galaxy to once more acknowledge the strength of the Dark, the chaos and order contained within its depths that imposed evolution and progress through strife and pain while maintaining control and eliminating threats through carefully applied order. The Light, on the other hand, was weak, preaching stagnation over progress, an over-reliance on order above chaos. Weak and corrupting, the Light had infected different areas of the Galaxy under the guiding hands of different galactic powers and, now, it was time for one of said Galactice Powers to burn. Now it was time for the Shadows to descend and consume the feeble flame of the Light.
