Home wrecker

[Jak Skirata]

Thud!

Cults were strange things.

Snap-Hiss!

They often don't do much good, and they often leave a bad taste in peoples' mouths. Sometimes they're just so bad that people up and leave them, pretending that they weren't a part of the strange or violent rituals and wrongdoings the cult had done before they left.

"Please! Please! I don't know anything! Guch! My hand!!!"

Thud!

The Primeval had been a Dark Side cult once bent on covering the entire Galaxy in their weird, dark ways. In some regards they were a bigger threat to the Galaxy than the Sith Empire or One Sith had been. Zealous in their ways, they weren't driven by power or the need to control. They simply wanted to serve their...deities, which made them all the more dangerous.

Recently a bounty had been posted on the dark net. A bounty for all current and past members of the Primeval. It seemed fitting that he be the one to hunt them down, one by one. They had after all enslaved his people and killed thousands more. He had long since given up any sort of negative feelings for them, this was just business.

 

[Jak Skirata]

Cato Neimodia had been home to this band of cultists. They were holed up in the giant stone arches that held up the planet's cities. Davin had tracked this band here a few cycles ago and had infiltrated the cult, hoping to find larger fish than these no named Dark Side cultists. But no dice. His green lightsaber receded back into its hilt dimming the room as it had been the brightest light source in the damp cave network the cultists lived in.

Before him lie two dead guards and one whimpering gate keeper. The wound had been cauterized so he wouldn't bleed out, though he was surprised he was still awake and not lost to shock.

"Open the door," he said from behind his helmet, the menacing T-shaped visor looking down on the rag clad cultist. He whimpered before struggling to stand. For a minute he fumbled with his keys. It was an archaic system, but he didn't think they could get much tech down here without the authorities noticing.

"Through-through there...Now please-" Davin's green blade erupted from the front of the cultist's chest. He didn't give the man a chance to beg.

He wondered if Jorus would count Primeval Cultists as Sith for his bounty. The Primeval one was a little more specific and he would hate for these bodies to go to waste.