Private Making Trouble

[Firrerreo]

Knights of Obsidian. Heretics. From what Firrerreo knew, they were all too over the spectrum of light and dark. There were some who even dared to call themselves Sith. Sith, working with the Light of all things! It couldn't stand. A true Sith couldn't let it stand. They needed to be reminded of their humility. The powerlessness of their cheap imitation of those who followed the true path to power.

A trap was needed. Yes, that would be perfect! The Firrerreo spent time planning out how he'd strike a blow. So much time, so much planning. He would set up his trap, cause a ruckus and bring the Obsidians to their knees when they arrived to try and stop him. It was perfect, so perfect! So why didn't it go as he thought? The Sith stood within an abandoned warehouse, the complete opposite side of the town he'd planned to strike. Someone had noticed what he was doing. His runes, his careful preparation. Wasted! And now? Now he was in hiding!

The common people were so annoying. They burned like anyone else, but to get in his way was unforgiveable!

The Obsidians were coming. He knew that much. The building he had planned to use as a trap was reduced to little more than cinders from his complex series of runes and Sith magic. Could he salvage this? Yes. Yes! He must salvage this! His familiar sat outside the ruined building as he began his work anew. It wouldn't be perfect, but he could still bring the Obsidians to their knees. Remind them of their arrogance in calling themselves Sith.

His blood was tranced over the ground, a simple knife used as the pen to carve out the runes. His work glowed a faint red as he drew each complex series of shapes. While the plan wouldn't be perfect, these needed to be for their effect to go as intended. Who knew how long he had before the Obsidians found him. The balance between speed and perfection was one he still needed to work on, but he'd get it done.

He had to.

Vyse de Valorous

 

[Vyse de Valorous]

Equipment: Lightsaber

When it came to matters of the force the Confederacy's elite defenders were called forth, The Knights Obsidian. Their elite police force sent out to maintain order in the vast expanse of CIS space. Maintaining peace with word, lightsaber, and the force as it's set of tools. To them light, dark, or grey it was simply a matter of what would net the best results.

As such, Vyse was summoned to deal with a threat to the hard fought stability. Only a Squire but still a member of the order and it's responsibility. There had been reports of a burnt down warehouse. Normally, that was far below his responsibility but as he arrived the local captain reported that potential Sith runes were found in the rubble. Were this true that would mean that a force user might have been attempting some form of terrorist action. Perhaps even a Maw retaliation for the battle of Rhand. This required an immediate response.

Once word came in of someone fleeing the scene and that same someone entering another warehouse Vyse knew time was limited. Commandeering the captains shuttle as it was faster then his, he took it and went off as fast as the Squire could handle driving to arrive there, four inactive b1s in the back that the captain had brought with him, Vyse deciding that they would be more useful to him and he didn't give the captain much time to disagree.

Once he arrived he took a few moments, trying to figure out how to activate the B1s but soon enough figured it out. All of them walking out of the police shuttle, Vyse commanding them to spread around, aiming to capture the person should he flee as he rushed to the warehouse himself. He walked around, looking for any way to enter besides the closed doors. And once finding a ladder smirking.

Climbing up it he had set to making his own way in. Once on top, he cut a hole as fast as he could it still taking a few seconds as the small slice of roof crashed down, followed by a Squire in leather robes, not having had time to get into his battle armor. Crimson curved blade igniting. Looking towards Firrerreo as he saw he was doing something on the ground.

"In the name of the CIS you are to cease your current actions surrender yourself for questioning!" He hoped that would be enough but he doubted it'd be that easy. And with him being a distance away, time for perhaps the Sith to pull some tricks.

 

[Firrerreo]

"Through the roof? Smart. Avoiding any potential trap in the door." The scratching of Firrerreo's carving ceased as Vyse de Valorous came down from above. The mostly finished rune stayed glowing a bright red, the magicks within seeping with darkness. The Sorcerer stood up, knife in one hand, book in the other, his amber gaze focusing in on the Obsidian.

"A boy?" His eyes widened. Anger. Disappointment. Anguish. All manner of emotions formed as the Sith threw down his dagger into the rune before him. It glowed briefly, then dimmed completely. "This isn't- I didn't- No! You falsely call yourself Sith while flirting with the Light! I need to punish you! But a boy!? There is no lesson in the corpse of an untrained child being found mangled! This is utterly pointless!" He shouted. He screamed. There wasn't even an attempt to hide his emotions as any properly trained Sith should.

Then all at once he stopped, hands thrown up in the air, eyes gazing towards the hole in the ceiling.

"Ah well."

His arms lowered as his gaze stared once again towards the man before him. "I surrender."

 

[Vyse de Valorous]

The ice blue eyed squire stared straight ahead at the seeming Sith Firrerreo and his bloody dagger in hand. Shifting his stance to face him at a angle crimson curved saber ignited and ready, like that of a duelist. A trait of the makashi style of combat. Looking him over and analyzing him and prepare for their combat of skill. Surprised by his what amount to a temper tantrum. Were all Sith as emotional as this?

Sighing in distaste as to him it was an undignified sight to be ranting. Hoping to not do himself if he intended to learn the ways of the Sith to gain their power. And he wasn't even speaking logical. Flirting with the light? Vyse craved power and the dark side gave it so he went there.

The Squires pride being wounded as he called him a child, not even worthy of a fight. Gritting his teeth, wanting to lash out at such a challenge but he controlled himself to perhaps find a diplomatic solution.

And just as he was preparing what to say to this seemingly mad Sith to see if peace could be found, he capitulated. Vyse looking for a brief moment dumb founded. How could he just.. surrender? No. It had to be a trap. No one just relents so easily. He said to himself glaceing around looking for any enemy reinforcements. Before ice steeled gaze locked on this so called "Sith".

"I do not "flirt" with the light, I am a student of the dark. And I do what is needed to gain victory." He spoke, aiming to remove the main reason for their combat. Regardless if it was a trap if there wasn't a reason for a fight, why would there be one? Besides pragmatism was a virtue of the Sith he believed. The smart ones at least.

"And if you intend to surrender, discard your weapon and sit where you are." He said staying his ground until he did such, he was not going to walk into any trap. Real or imagined.