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Tormax Tryte

Lord of Dread
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Darth Naefas's presence was concealed within the Force. A skill that he had been practicing while he spent his time upon Belkadan with his apprentices. He couldn't be sensed unless he was quite close to another force sensitive. And he didn't plan to be...That close. Or, he didn't want to at least. But as one of the Hounds of Darth Vornskr's Sector, it was his duty to do this. And so he would.

The Sith Lord let his black robes conceal his black armour, that was so dark it seemed to absorb what little light it came into contact with.

Looking up to the Imperial Palace he bypassed the walls by simply using the Force to leap over them, and then use the darkness as a cover to get to the walls of the Palace itself. He had in fact waited until the moon was behind the Palace so that what light that came from the bright moon, wouldn't reveal the crimson figure with black tattoo markings. And so he smiled and continued onwards until he made it to the wall and he waited.

Darth Naefas looked upwards to see the ledge of a window that was quite high up, it was going to be a hard jump, but he was a Sith Lord, plus his physical enhancements should complement his Force prowess in this endeavour. //His gauntlets found the edge of the ledge and using what leverage he had, he pulled himself upwards, purely upper body strength. While his greaves found their way onto the thin ledge. He glanced back to the ground that was quite far below and he shook his head. It was best to not be distracted.

The crimson Sith Lord stood there for a few more moments before leaping up to the next ledge. He did the same thing that he had done before but this time, once he was outside the window of the third floor, he drew his lightsaber ignited the azure beam.

Plunging it into the window, he cut out the window before he swung himself inside of the Palace. It was a snug fit, but he had made it. Looking around the hallway that he had entered, he looked down to the piece of the heavy window and then back ahead of him. There were people coming. He would have to make it work.

He wrapped the Force around the pieces of glass and launched them straight down the hallway to the footsteps, the dark form was moving silently across the corridor behind the pieces, and just as the Imperium Troopers came around the corner, the two who were in the front had glass plunged into their torso and facial areas. And the next two were turned into minced meat when his lightsaber carved eight limbs from their former owners.

Darth Naefas thought of the bodies as he continued down the hallway until he stopped in front of one door. This was the royal apartments. And he had found himself here, he had found who he was looking for. The Princess...Neveah Fel.

Pressing his hands onto the door, he tilted his head to the side for a moment, before he brought his hands to their full length to either side of him and the door opened up with the aide of the Force. Quite a useful thing? He would only have a few more moments, and when the door opened up, he brought his comlink to his mouth and spoke a few words into it. His ship was on the way, though there would be a few minutes of delay...He hoped.

Walking through the Princess's chambers as if he owned them, he stopped when he saw one more door closed in front of him. The Princess's bedroom. It had to be. And he finally deactivated his lightsaber, clipping it to his belt, and the armoured Sith Lord did what he had done to the Princess's first door, and opened them up with the power of the dark side.

@[member="Neveah Fel"]
 

Nevaeh Krytal

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Neveah was sound asleep until she heard the mechanical hiss of her door. She snapped her eyes open, someone was in her room, standing at the door way. Her heart beat heavy against her chest as she remained against the pillows. She had no idea what to do. The sheets rose and fell with each steady breath she took, attempting to make it look like she was still sleeping. She stopped, her mouth open as she closed her eyes and prepared herself.

She shot up out of her bed, letting out a loud, ear piercing scream. She hoped that someone somewhere would have heard it.

@[member="Darth Naefas"]
 

Tormax Tryte

Lord of Dread
Writer
Darth Naefas knew she was awake. He could feel her anxiety within the Force. What fear she allowed to show, he felt it. And because of that, he raised his hand and with his hand, came the Force, and it formed over her mouth. He wasn't about to let the girl alert more guards to his presence. Not prematurely anyway.


"It would be best for you to keep silent." He said when he stalked around her bed until he was at her side. The Force was like a vice over her mouth, keeping the sound that she meant to alert the guards with, only going as far as her living room, if that. Though in fact, it was just a bubble in front of her mouth to prevent as much sound from getting sound.


Calculating yellow eyes looked to her form underneath the sheets. "If you are naked, put on clothes." He said, and he started walking back to the door to prevent her from escaping. He moved as if he were lazy, unused to moving, all an illusion. Let her and the Imperium think he was slow and weak, when he drew a weapon, they would be done.

"Prepare some clothes."

@[member="Neveah Fel"]
 

Nevaeh Krytal

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She wrapped her fingers around her neck, shocked by the scream cut short. Her eyes followed her kidnapper, a crimson Sith who thought he was as bad ass as they come. Neveah flung the sheets from her body. She assumed that compliance would get her a long way. She made her way to the wardrobe, opening the doors and pondering on her choice of attire. What does one wear when they're being kidnapped? She craned her neck to see the red outline of the male. As she pulled on a dress, she mustered all the force she could manage.

As she steps away from the wardrobe she grips it in a force pull, tipping its weight over forward. The heavy wooden doors land onto the floor, the immense cracking sound of wood against metal echoing through the rooms and into the hallways. Neveah turned around and force gripped a lamp, flinging it out the window. It crashed through it, making a sharp noise that also reverberated off the walls.

@[member="Darth Naefas"]
 

Tormax Tryte

Lord of Dread
Writer
He released the Force from her neck. He might as well, she was complying with his commands. And then he felt the Force, building up within her. Was she going to attack him? From what he could gather, she couldn't harm him through the Force. His forte. That was when the wardrobe fell, and his head snapped to the side so that he could glance behind him. Waving his hand behind him, the Force closed the mechanical door behind him as his dark form practically burred across the room to her.

He thought it must have been too late as he leapt over the fallen wardrobe. She couldn't let this plan fail for him. No! And when his dark form came in front of her just as she sent the lamp at the window, he sent the Force in a direct blast to the window just as the lamp crashed into it, only to smash the window outwards. It was nearly time for his ship to be there after all.

His hand wrapped around her throat, also with the Force behind it, clenching her throat underneath his physical grip. And he turned and threw her cleanly out the window. There was no reason to wait anymore, they were on the third floor, he would have time. And behind her came the crimson Sith Lord.

He force pulled her into his arms as they fell to the ground, and when she came to him, the Force still clutching her throat with a vengeance, they landed on the floor with a cushion of the Force underneath them. Quite the useful tool the Force was. He would have definitely been dead if he hadn't been a Sith Lord.

No matter what she would be trying to do to escape him, he force leapt over the wall and continued running down the road and away from the Imperial Palace. It seemed...A sole Sith Lord had stolen a Princess.

@[member="Neveah Fel"]
 
ᴡᴀʀ'ꜱ ᴄᴜꜱᴛᴏᴅɪᴀɴ
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Astrian had only recently left Neveah to herself, a few hours had passed when he had last saw Neveah and he was currently headed back in that direction. However something felt odd, the atmosphere was awry. He could sense an unfamiliar presence, a disturbance in the force to be sure. It was an unsettling presence. Astrian felt the uncommon tingle of worry creep up his spine, this caused what was once a leisurely pace to turn into a jog.

Then as he drew closer to her room, the sound of shattered class and the humming of an ships engines primed to leave turned the jog into a sprint. His left hand commanded forth his saber to hand, his right the force to which he plummeted forth in a blast of speed. The kinetic energy connecting with the door caused it to shatter and Astrian charged through. His orange blade caught chunks of wood in its length, the wood fell to the ground and simmered, his neck crained and he found himself viewing a ship taking off. Astrian ran to the window, reaching for his com he called the authorities and planetary defences. "Track that ship!" He ordered, a sharp yes came back in reply as the ship sped off, wherever it was going. Astrian would follow.


@[member="Darth Naefas"]
@[member="Neveah Fel"]
 

Nevaeh Krytal

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Neveah felt the weightlessness of her body, then the sudden sharp tug of force as the crimson Sith pulled her toward him. She struggled to breath against the hold, squirming in his grasp as she attempted to free herself to no avail. She glanced back up at the window, kicking her legs out against the Sith's chest, just in time to see @[member="Astrian Callus"] call for aid. She attempted to call out to him, her voice coming out as a thin whisper due to the choke. There was nothing she could do now but wait.
 

Tormax Tryte

Lord of Dread
Writer
In fact there was no ship that had even entered the area yet. There was a set location, a mile out from the Palace and he could be there within two minutes with the aide of the Force, though perhaps more because of the girl that was always trying to escape.

She quite a nuisance in actual fact, kicking at random points, at one point he thought she was going to bite him, but her teeth would only grate along his armour, and he was certain she was smart enough to not do anything as stupid as that.

Once they had gotten to the ship, the ramp was open and he charged into the ship, going up the ramp with the girl in hand and the ramp closing moments behind him. The ship was already taking off from the use of autopilot and he already locked the girl in a room that was solely for the purpose of locking people in them...

By the time they were in Hyperspace and on the way to Belkadan, the Sith Lord that was Darth Naefas was at the door to the girl's 'prison.' "Princess." He spoke. His voice sounded soft for a man that had the appearance that he had. "You will not be harmed if you do not cause trouble." He said and he waited for her reply.

@[member="Neveah Fel"]
 

Nevaeh Krytal

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Neveah had given up kicking and beating his back with her fists long before they reached the ship. She had already grown dull of this all, and rested her chin on her arm in a rather fearless way. She sat down in the corner of her cell, stretching one leg out fully and keeping the other one close to her chest. As the door hissed open she craned her head upward, raising a brow to the crimson Sith. "What good will it do you to harm me anyway?"

@[member="Darth Naefas"]
 

Tormax Tryte

Lord of Dread
Writer
He walked into the cell and looked down to her form. "None." He said, his soft voice almost echoing in the empty cell. "My Lord will have a use for you however." He said with the slightest hint of a grin. "That is why we are heading further into the Rim." He lied. They were in fact heading to Belkadan, though Naefas couldn't let her know that. At least, not yet.

"What is your name, Princess?" He asked, when the door finally closed behind him and he crouched in front of her. Though out of range of her if she decided to try and kick him. "Mine is Darth Naefas." He continued. There were quite a few things you could do to push someone's buttons, talking was one of them. Though, it would be good to banter with...This woman. His apprentices upon Belkadan were quite irritating sometimes and it would be some hours until they got there anyway.

@[member="Neveah Fel"]
 

Nevaeh Krytal

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Neveah rolled her eyes and decided to focus on the wall opposite her. "You kidnapped me without even finding out my name?" She was rather in awe of this Sith, both stupid and annoying. She wouldn't allow him the pleasure of her name, at least not yet. If he was foolish enough to kidnap a sleeping woman from her own bed then he didn't deserve to know anything about her. "Who exactly is your Lord and why have you kidnapped me?"

@[member="Darth Naefas"]
 

Tormax Tryte

Lord of Dread
Writer
Tilting his head to the side, he watched her for a few moments before he spoke again. "Do I need to know the name of someone before I kidnap them? Will it impede me from kidnapping them?" He asked, looking about the cell as if there was someone else in there who might answer. "I thought not." He said his yellow gaze fellow upon her again.

"All you need to know is that your Imperium had aided in the destruction of the Sith Empire, and now you will have a part to play for our revenge." He explained. He did want to help her, help her find the path to true power, but he knew that would never happen...Willingly. And so...He would have to wear her down apparently. "Tell me your name." He said, now he was putting influence upon his words through the Force. And why not? Would she had been able to resist him? Maybe, but it would let her know that he would always be more powerful than her.

His words almost had an underlying message that spoke to her through the Force. That spoke to her of becoming more powerful, things that she could want. Power that she could attain. And once his words had been spoken he tried to just flood her reasoning out with his influence in the Force.

@[member="Neveah Fel"]
 

Nevaeh Krytal

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Neveah was as stubborn as ever, shaking her head as she listened to his words. She lent backward, resting against the cool metal wall. Slowly, her eyes began to close, allowing her to relax a little more into her surroundings. "No, it doesn't impede you from kidnapping them, but it helps to know so we don't have to go through this whole boring process." She pauses in her speech for a moment, to clear her throat a little.

"I will not tell you my name, you can go and find it out somewhere." Neveah had felt the use of the force in his words, even heard its underlying meaning but he unwillingness to bend and her stubborn attitude prevailed. When it came to being stubborn, Neveah was certainly the Queen.

@[member="Darth Naefas"]
 
ᴡᴀʀ'ꜱ ᴄᴜꜱᴛᴏᴅɪᴀɴ
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Belkadan

Belkadan, a planet engulfed in beautiful Dalloralla tree's. Some would call the planet exotic, however Astrian wasn't here for sight seeing. He was tracking the man who had just taken something particularly valuable from him, however he wasn't the only one who considered Neveah Fel to be important. The Imperator had sent two Imperial Knights with him and a small group of fighters as back up. and a small fleet of destroyers waiting read to jump to his location if he needed the support. He knew the ship was heading for Belkadan, however he did not know how close the kidnapper was to Belkadan, however he knew the kidnapper was ahead of him and he had the force with him.

Astrian wasn't about to let Neveah slip between his fingers, they had discussed what had happened the night before at length. It had open him up to new things and he wasn't about to let her go. Astrians ship was just a little ahead of the fighters, he was going at full speed. He was in full battle armour, wearing Imperial Knight Armour he was ready for a fight.

"If you spot an unidentified ship, relay that to me immediately." He spoke to the several ships surrounding him, he would find this kidnapper one way or another.

@[member="Neveah Fel"]
@[member="Darth Naefas"]
 

Tormax Tryte

Lord of Dread
Writer
He nodded his head as if he were agreeing with something someone had said. "Interesting." He said and he stood up. There were three Watts Cruisers within orbit of the planet of Belkadan, and the ships were already opening up transmissions with Naefas's ship barely moments after they had dropped out of Hyperspace.

"Come along then, Princess." He continued and he walked out of the cell and into the cockpit. He could only hope that the girl wasn't foolish enough to instead go in another direction, she wouldn't have made it far if that became her mindset. Escape was not an option at the moment. "Hope we were not followed." He said over his shoulder.

He let the ship's autopilot guide them into the hangar bay of one of the Watts Cruisers. No way was she going to see the base of operations he had upon Belkadan, no. That was not something for her to see, especially if someone had followed them and she should somehow get away.

@[member="Neveah Fel"]
@[member="Astrian Callus"]
 

Nevaeh Krytal

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Neveah pushed herself up from her place, stretching her finger tips above her head as if she had just risen from a sun lounger. She followed him along, not even attempting to make an escape. There was no point. She didn't know where they were or how to get home. She grinned a little as she caught onto his words, putting her arms behind her back. "Oh, I hope we weren't either." Even a child could have sensed the sarcasm in her tone and understood what she meant. She frowned a little, looking down to her body. She had neglected to put on shoes, and her feet were as cold as ice. She could feel as she stood there, attempting not to sway from side to side.

@[member="Darth Naefas"]
 

Tormax Tryte

Lord of Dread
Writer
The sounds of a monotonous chuckle escaped Naefas's throat. Turning around to look at her from the bottom up, and noting her bare feet, the sounds of what could have been a snort were heard. He beckoned down the corridor behind her. "We will be landing momentarily, and you will have to be presentable when we move through my ship." The hints of a small grin tugging at his lips. "I wouldn't want anything to happen you." The dryness and sarcasm followed his words. Though what he said may brooke different thoughts, he wasn't going to let anyone harm the girl.

Walking towards her, wrapping a single firm but gentle hand around her arm he pulled her down the hallway towards his own private chambers. "Look for something to put on your feet." He said just as the sound of metal on metal echoed through the ship. They had landed within the hangar bay of one of the Watts.

When she was ready he waved his hand down the corridor towards the exit and he took her arm again. "Tread carefully here." He said, looking at her with his peripherals. "Many of these people will harm you in...many ways. None pleasant." He ended. His crews were after all a majority of pirates and mercenaries. Though there was a large percentage of core Sith loyalists. he doubted any harm would come to her anyway. And as if to reinforce his thoughts, the hangars closed.


@[member="Neveah Fel"]
 

Nevaeh Krytal

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Neveah did not appreciate being man-handled. As he walked forward, she held fast to her place, jerking both their bodies a little as they came to a sudden halt. She lifted her hand, peeling his fingers away from her arm. "I can walk. Thank you very much." She shrugged him off a little, then followed him down the corridor to find something to put on her feet. After a short while she emerged again, in the proper attire, and frowned at his speech. "How clever of you to bring me to a place where I could potentially be harmed. Smart move." She kept the frown on her face, refusing to offer him anything else. She was prepared should a fight break out of course, she was quick on her feet, though not very physically strong. Neveah was sure she could avoid great lumbering brutes like the crimson Sith.

@[member="Darth Naefas"]
 

Tormax Tryte

Lord of Dread
Writer
"This was a mission of speed. This cruiser will provide ample protection." He said as he continued down the ramp. He wasn't going to reply to her insults. Instead he continued on through the hangar, long strides bringing him to the lift. When it came down for them he looked at the Princess at his side.

He brought a commlink to his lips and he said, "dispose of the shuttle." He said and pocketed the commlink just as the lift opened up allowing them entrance and by the time the doors closed they were already moving upwards. The door to the lift opened and admitted them to a room with a long table with multiple devices upon them. And at the head of the table was a black throne and protruding from the top of it, Darth Naefas's Sith Sword.

Walking across the room he beckoned her to a chair and he sat himself down into his throne that bore the markings of the Sith language.

"Princess." He said calmly. "Are you comfortable?" This was going to be a long trip.

@[member="Neveah Fel"]
 

Nevaeh Krytal

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Neveah followed along, pay attention to the inner workings of the ship. Though she might not be physically strong she was mentally strong and she wouldn't let the opportunity of escape slip form her grasp. She mapped out the ship in her head as they made their way up in the lift and they entered the room. The long table had an eerie sensation that surrounded it, but Neveah pushed all emotion to the back of her mind so she could focus a little clearer. Astrian would come for her soon, she was sure of it, until then she could at least have some fun.

The throne was an impressive feature of the room, she had to admit that much, but she would not let it show. "How can one be comfortable if they're being kidnapped?" She shot him another glance. He was thicker then she originally thought and she held some distaste to being kidnapped by such a thick skulled Sith.

@[member="Darth Naefas"]
 
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