Private Gold and Bones

[Lord Letifer]

LETIFER | NEW SITH ORDER
On Board | Felucia
Melydia Gold

Shortly after the Brotherhood of the Maw raids on Felucia..
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A savage saber strike cleaved the tribal warrior in two as the crimson plasma jettisoned from one side of his torso to another fueled by the pivoting motion of the Sith Assassin. A bright streak of light and not even seconds later there were two charred remains crumbled forth onto the jungle floor. The red beam crackled in the subsequent silence that followed, a low hum was all that could be heard over the sounds of raging inferno around him from the infernal Graug advance. The air smelled of sulfur, the wind whipped at his cloak and pressed the intense heat of the surrounding flames against his frame baking his body like an oven.

The rage induced Sith spun around to gaze outward as his lightsaber hissed sharply, retreating back into it's cylinder hilt. Letifer groaned, it had been hours since he had seen any sign of the Sith Eternal and their acolytes. The Brotherhood were on the hunt in the shadows, the New Sith Order enacting their Dark Lord's purge of the Old Sith Order in order to make way for the new. The old ways were dead, it was their job to make sure the followers of such died with it.

The New Sith Assassin spun about once more, his eyes honed in on the nearby brush as it shuffled about. Instinctively reaching for his saber, the New Sith unleashed the crimson beam from it's shell once more and beckoned out into the jungle with the Force, calling upon the empyrean to sense what lurked within.

"Come out."

Whether it was friend or foe, Sith or other was anyone's guess. He could feel something approach, something draw near.

 

[Melydia Gold]

TAG: Lord Letifer

Melydia had no interest in war. The wayward member of the Frumentarii hadn't taken to Felucia with the same bloodlust and vigor her fellow Sithlings had surrounded themselves with. Rather, while the Graug and the Brotherhood had ravaged the world in their own individual ways, she surrounded herself with nature. There was certainly an abundance of it on this world. Plenty of friends to make, secrets to be found, things to fix.

She was quite good at fixing.

The creature of bug and rust was quick to make a great many friends of all sorts of creatures that called Felucia their home. And where she and her small menagerie went, decay and corruption would follow, though whether Melydia herself was quite aware of that was anybody's guess. They'd been a-okay with ignoring the battles around them, at least until one of her new friends became a victim of the carnage.

There was a spike of worry, almost fear, as one of her friends rushed ahead. "Wait!" she called out, giving the small furry creature chase. Wings fluttered to cover more ground, the memory of one friend lost still very fresh. Yet as the creature dashed into a bush, Melydia slid to a halt, the shimmer of crimson in her peripheral sending her on guard.

A hand slid to her own weapon, refraining from activating it, but keeping that hand at the ready as she peered forward with the intent to remain hidden as best as she could. If she could coax the creature to run her way rather than towards the Sith in the clearing. She crouched where she stood, her free hand reaching out to beckon the creature forward, calling out in hushed tones. "No, no, come out this way little one. We don't want to see what that stranger might do to you."