King of Korriban
<< You see, the Force is a tapestry, a very intricate web connecting all living beings. But through the power of the dark side, we can manipulate its threads, weaving shadows that shield us from prying eyes and the prying senses of intrusive minds. To obscure oneself in the Force is to become a phantom, elusive and enigmatic. >>
— Darth Caedes to Zal Aditi
— Darth Caedes to Zal Aditi
- Coruscant
- Level 1312 | Underbelly
- Jett Kaal's Shipyard
Caedes watched as darkness engulfed the sprawling metropolis of Coruscant's layered underside, shadows growing longer and street lamps blinking on in rows below him. Many stark and towering structures reached up toward the Prime's final glimmerings, silhouetted except for speckled lights against a cloudy, underlit sky. There, in the darkness, clad only in silks and perfectly still, like a piece of the architecture, Darth Caedes perched upon a jagged ledge. Neon lights played upon his dry, sunken cheekbones, reflecting holo ads with scrolling text detailing the latest in surgical beauty trends. Bare footed, one knee raised up to lean on, the other leg hanging free over the building's edge, Caedes stared at the streams of unsuspecting bodies shambling onwards, ever oblivious below him, trapped in the tortured stasis of a fretful senate and the misguided Jedi Order.
Hatchways hissed open as employee shifts changed, blue collar workers in matching, greasy uniforms slinging jargon and 'till tomorrows' at each other. Imposing thugs swept in with the shadows, clogging up alleyways and generally making a show of their possessing firearms.
From his vantage point, high above the heads of Coruscant's forgotten masses, he reached out to the Force and summoned Zal to his side. With a sense of sinister anticipation, Caedes outlined his plans before his clever apprentice, warning her of the Jedi Knight's own Padawan, Niynx Ioune, and of the gap which yet remained between Zal's considerable skills, and those of a fully raised Jedi Knight.
"Our dear little Padawan, Niynx," Caedes cooed, derisively.
"His theft of La T'vil's saber cannot go unanswered. Retrieve from him what is rightfully mine. Bring back the stolen weapon and place it within my grasp. I will tolerate nothing less." His fingers tightened to a fist, as if envisioning the lightsaber already returned to him and within his grip.
"Padawan Niynx is to remain unharmed, for he shall serve a longer purpose. Dead, he means nothing to us, just another name in a long list of lost potential. No, he too shall become a harbinger, like me, a loyal messenger in the night, crying out from the very heart of their Jedi Temples. Let him spread the fear of the Sith as a herald of our imminent return."
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