Princess of House Solidor
Timeline: 26 years ago.
Location: Kaikielius.
Target: Marquis Halim Ondore IV.
Location: Kaikielius.
Target: Marquis Halim Ondore IV.
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Darth Duellant
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26 years ago; Kaikelius
It was raining, cold and Darth Duellant was standing right in front of a house. The house of "Marquis Halim Ondore IV", and he was sent there by his master to kill this man, be it with a struggle or not.
Duellant was expecting this to be easy; enter, assasinated and leave. He didn't care for the reasons his master wanted this person dead. He did it because he had no choice, he wanted more power, more attunement with the Force, and he wanted it eagerly. He was seeking power immaturely. But he always suspected that this assasination would go south or wouldn't be as easy as he thought it would be. It always happened. A few loose ends here and there, and he could make powerful enemies in the future. Or maybe not, he didn't know yet.
It was dark and gloomy that day, fitting for the death of a person. He could connect to the Force easily even in his younger years. He was wearing a common sith apparel amongst the ranks of his master's enclave. It was a full suit of leather, lightweight as to not harm his movements and duraplast shoulder plates, interlinked with his half chestplate. He was also wearing a cape with a hood, resembling a sith robe.
The rain made his armor a bit shiny, and it was a really cinematic night.
He took and his lightsaber with the Force and gripped it, but didn't ignite it yet. He was ready to enter the property, every second a precious one.
[member="Princess Ashelia Solidor"]
It was raining, cold and Darth Duellant was standing right in front of a house. The house of "Marquis Halim Ondore IV", and he was sent there by his master to kill this man, be it with a struggle or not.
Duellant was expecting this to be easy; enter, assasinated and leave. He didn't care for the reasons his master wanted this person dead. He did it because he had no choice, he wanted more power, more attunement with the Force, and he wanted it eagerly. He was seeking power immaturely. But he always suspected that this assasination would go south or wouldn't be as easy as he thought it would be. It always happened. A few loose ends here and there, and he could make powerful enemies in the future. Or maybe not, he didn't know yet.
It was dark and gloomy that day, fitting for the death of a person. He could connect to the Force easily even in his younger years. He was wearing a common sith apparel amongst the ranks of his master's enclave. It was a full suit of leather, lightweight as to not harm his movements and duraplast shoulder plates, interlinked with his half chestplate. He was also wearing a cape with a hood, resembling a sith robe.
The rain made his armor a bit shiny, and it was a really cinematic night.
He took and his lightsaber with the Force and gripped it, but didn't ignite it yet. He was ready to enter the property, every second a precious one.
[member="Princess Ashelia Solidor"]
Princess of House Solidor
Her father had very little people he trusted for such tasks. No because he questioned the loyalty of the Wardens, or Magis, or Judges, but it was because he did not trusted for them to take these matters any serious. After all, who would care for some information from a shady criminal about a supposed assassin that would come to murder the Steward of House Solidor? And with what purpose? After all, everyone knew, the Solidors were the ones that held true power and Marquis was a mere tool that took care of their day to day business.
As the elzeri male were still sleeping upstairs in his bedroom, comfortable and calm, Ashelia was with her legs crossed while sitting in the floor, meditating with her eyes closed, thinking about what it was and what would still be. To ponder about the Force when one sat in the highest position in mastering the gray side, Ashelia was still a rookie, for she never believed in what the future could show in this visions, for everlasting were the changes of fate.
“I am One with the Force…”, she murmured her own mantra, calmly keeping her concentration about everything around her. Life and death, animal and man, she was a Solidor and a Princess, but she once had been a Enclave member.
[member="Darth Duellant"]
As the elzeri male were still sleeping upstairs in his bedroom, comfortable and calm, Ashelia was with her legs crossed while sitting in the floor, meditating with her eyes closed, thinking about what it was and what would still be. To ponder about the Force when one sat in the highest position in mastering the gray side, Ashelia was still a rookie, for she never believed in what the future could show in this visions, for everlasting were the changes of fate.
“I am One with the Force…”, she murmured her own mantra, calmly keeping her concentration about everything around her. Life and death, animal and man, she was a Solidor and a Princess, but she once had been a Enclave member.
[member="Darth Duellant"]
Darth Duellant
Character
Duellant stood there, in front of the property, staring fixatingly at it, with menacing yellow eyes, corrupted by the Dark Side and seduced by it. He didn't mask his Force presence; he didn't care. At this time, he was a sith knight, and he was more trained that anyone at his age, being a prodigy
His master at the time, trusted him a lot. Maybe too much, considering Duellant killed him a few years later. Duellant never cared for masters, only for the Force and it's infinite lust and power.
After staring at the property and reflecting upon what his deed would be, and his burden, he moved quickly to the side of the property, every step taken was masked by the storm, and his identity hidden behind the black hood he wore that night. He was using his normal hilted crimsom lightsaber for this mission, as his master despised the use of a crossguard made out of Beskar. Duellant also despised his master's insistence on mastering Form IV.
At the right side of the property, Duellant noticed the window on the second level, so he Force jumped to a ledge, directly underneath the window, and held on to it. He felt the presence of his target on the other side. And he stretched, opened the window with the Force, and he was inside the property already, staring at the fool, sleeping.
He moved his hand with ease and closed the window, as he took a picture of the target he was carrying with him, and started comparing the picture with the man in front of him, that was already asleep. Duellant went for the man at the perfect time - and there was no doubt, this was him. He noticed some lights in the lower floors, but he cared little. His arrogance prevented him from actually caring about other force users, as he always thought he could win with ease.
Duellant ignited his lightsaber, and the sound made was enough to anyone from the lower floors hear. Surprisingly, the man sleeping heard nothing, and Duellant was thinking if he would actually kill him just yet. With his right hand gripping his lightsaber, his left hand had to do all the maniacal work. He closed the door of the bedroom the man was in, and afterwards, a spark of lightning came out of his hand, to wake him up.
The man jumped from bed, and didn't have time to say anything, as Duellant started shocking the man, electrocuting his every bone. Duellant started smirking, staring at the man, now lied down, being shocked with such force, it almost killed him, but Duellant controlled himself not to kill him. He wanted to torture him more. At this rate, everyone in the house could hear the man screaming in pain, and Duellant hoped that there was more than one person in the place. He wanted other people to know this man was dying. He didn't care who he was or what he did, he simply was following orders.
[member="Princess Ashelia Solidor"]
His master at the time, trusted him a lot. Maybe too much, considering Duellant killed him a few years later. Duellant never cared for masters, only for the Force and it's infinite lust and power.
After staring at the property and reflecting upon what his deed would be, and his burden, he moved quickly to the side of the property, every step taken was masked by the storm, and his identity hidden behind the black hood he wore that night. He was using his normal hilted crimsom lightsaber for this mission, as his master despised the use of a crossguard made out of Beskar. Duellant also despised his master's insistence on mastering Form IV.
At the right side of the property, Duellant noticed the window on the second level, so he Force jumped to a ledge, directly underneath the window, and held on to it. He felt the presence of his target on the other side. And he stretched, opened the window with the Force, and he was inside the property already, staring at the fool, sleeping.
He moved his hand with ease and closed the window, as he took a picture of the target he was carrying with him, and started comparing the picture with the man in front of him, that was already asleep. Duellant went for the man at the perfect time - and there was no doubt, this was him. He noticed some lights in the lower floors, but he cared little. His arrogance prevented him from actually caring about other force users, as he always thought he could win with ease.
Duellant ignited his lightsaber, and the sound made was enough to anyone from the lower floors hear. Surprisingly, the man sleeping heard nothing, and Duellant was thinking if he would actually kill him just yet. With his right hand gripping his lightsaber, his left hand had to do all the maniacal work. He closed the door of the bedroom the man was in, and afterwards, a spark of lightning came out of his hand, to wake him up.
The man jumped from bed, and didn't have time to say anything, as Duellant started shocking the man, electrocuting his every bone. Duellant started smirking, staring at the man, now lied down, being shocked with such force, it almost killed him, but Duellant controlled himself not to kill him. He wanted to torture him more. At this rate, everyone in the house could hear the man screaming in pain, and Duellant hoped that there was more than one person in the place. He wanted other people to know this man was dying. He didn't care who he was or what he did, he simply was following orders.
[member="Princess Ashelia Solidor"]