Milo Ren
A Howling Voice in the Desert
From the loading ramp of his vessel, Milo watched the land about him. Rain fell down upon the muddy earth with a tenacity that would make even the hardiest sentient shudder and wish to be indoors. The Sith, however, used the discomfort to his advantage. His black robes grew darker as they absorbed water, and his hood kept most of it away from his yellow eyes. The man's view was fixed upon a lone settlement in the distance, where barely-visible smoke floated up against the beating precipitation.
That was their target.
An unknown world in the Unknown Regions was home to a reclusive Jedi, one of great renown, who could be a threat to the Sith's future plans if he chose to take part in galactic affairs again. That was why he had to be eliminated. But that task was not for the former Ren. Instead, the assassination was delegated to his budding pupil and lover, Zesiro, who stood next to him, her body merely more irresistible in the cold rain. She had learned well in the time the Sith had trained her, and he believed that she was ready to accomplish a task on her own.
"Listen. I have kept the details of this task a secret from you until now. In the hut about a mile from us, there is a man who must be dealt with. His name is Cinnic. He was a Jedi, a powerful one, and can never be allowed to enter the galaxy again. This is your first task that you will attend to alone, without my supervision. Deal with him in whatever means you deem fit. However, plan your course wisely. I will not assist you if he proves too much for you. If you die, you will fail me, and you don't want that, do you, my love?"
Milo placed a gloved hand on the side of Zesiro's face, stroking her cheek. He believed that she would pull through, and she knew it.
"When you are ready, go forth and kill him. Bring me his saber as proof of the deed."
[member="Zesiro"]
That was their target.
An unknown world in the Unknown Regions was home to a reclusive Jedi, one of great renown, who could be a threat to the Sith's future plans if he chose to take part in galactic affairs again. That was why he had to be eliminated. But that task was not for the former Ren. Instead, the assassination was delegated to his budding pupil and lover, Zesiro, who stood next to him, her body merely more irresistible in the cold rain. She had learned well in the time the Sith had trained her, and he believed that she was ready to accomplish a task on her own.
"Listen. I have kept the details of this task a secret from you until now. In the hut about a mile from us, there is a man who must be dealt with. His name is Cinnic. He was a Jedi, a powerful one, and can never be allowed to enter the galaxy again. This is your first task that you will attend to alone, without my supervision. Deal with him in whatever means you deem fit. However, plan your course wisely. I will not assist you if he proves too much for you. If you die, you will fail me, and you don't want that, do you, my love?"
Milo placed a gloved hand on the side of Zesiro's face, stroking her cheek. He believed that she would pull through, and she knew it.
"When you are ready, go forth and kill him. Bring me his saber as proof of the deed."
[member="Zesiro"]