Location: Togorian Wilderness
Duel: Private
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: [member="Alyona Volkovna"]
Gear:
The
Phasma Class Infiltrator ship slipped down through the atmosphere of the planet Togoria, a planet that had once already been torn apart by war and conflict, its crust burnt and incinerated by the One Sith, robbing it of it natural beauty, and was now being revisited by the war machine of the Sith. Above the reach of the planet's atmosphere, was was already being raged between ships of varying sizes as the Sith sought to grasp control of Togoria away from the Galactic Republic. It was within the crossfire between the two opposing forces that the Sith Assassin ship had came, its Stygem crystal powered systems activated as it ghosted past the attention of others. Within the cockpit of the craft, Xavka Duquo, a Zabrak of Clan Rakama, sat, piloting the ship down onto the top of a cliff that looked out over a canyon filled with the burnt corpses of trees, piles of ash and a few sparse areas filled with the few remaining trees of the once dense forest, currently pursuing one escape pod that had come down in the nearby area.
Shutting down the systems of the ship with practiced ease, Xavka leaned back in the seat he was sat in, relaxing within the pitch blackness of the cockpit. His single eye, glowing softly as Xavka began to draw upon the Dark Side, feeding off of the anger and violence that was beginning to consume Togoria. Sinking into the Force with practiced ease, Xavka began the process of smothering his Presence within the Force from the view of others, utilising a mixture of teaching found within Force Stealth, Quey'tel meditation and the Art of the Small. Pulling inwards, picturing his Presence as if it was a pitch black flame, Xavka's Presence began to shrink, following the lead of his imagined flame as it too began to shrink; turning from a roaring bonfire to a spitting ember just as his Presence disappeared from the attention of all of the most observant. At the same moment, the feeling of his Presence would begin to shift, changing to match the feeling of the natural feeling of the Force that wove its way through the wilderness of Togoria, making it harder for any that had and could perceive his Presence even in its shrunken state to distinguish his Presence from the natural field of the Force that surrounded them.
His disguising of his Presence done after minuets of continued effort, during which time Xavka's breathing stilled to a nearly nothing and the beats per minuet of his two hearts decreased, Xavka turned his attention outwards instead of inwards. Throwing his mind out into the Force, weaving it around and down the various strands of the intangible field that stretched across the entirety of reality, with a lone purpose at the forefront of his mind; to seek. And so he sought, stretching out his awareness wider and wider. When he finally found something, an abnormal feeling within the Force, Xavka almost missed it, almost disregarding it due to its passive state. Focusing in on the feeling, risking making himself known to what could possible be his target, a feral smirk filled with the anticipation of the hunt cross his previously stoic face as a shiver of blood-lust rang through his mind and Presence. Returning his awareness to his body, Xavka's eye opened with a distant gaze to it, staring out towards the direction he had felt his target, as if he could see past the hull of the ship he was in and across the stretch of land that filled the distance between them.
He held that pose for a few beats of his two hearts, blood beginning to rush through his veins as the excitement at the oncoming hunt increased his hearts rate. Then, with a sudden explosion of movement, Xavka pushed himself to his feet with the grace of a predator before swiftly leaving the cockpit despite its lack of light, the only sound he made the soft padding of his bare feet and the sharp click of his exposed and sharpened claws against the metal flooring beneath him.
Consuming the distance between the cockpit and the exit ramp with long, swift strides, Xavka barely paused to fasten his array of weapons to his person and pull on the robe that settled above them, concealing them from view and completing his outfit. Pausing at the top of the ramp, Xavka pulled the hood of his cloak up over his dreadlocked, dark grey coloured hair and sharp, jagged
orat horns that lined his head, casting his face into shadow and leaving only his chin visible to onlookers before he sped out of the ship in a sprint, pulling the Force into his body to increase his speed as the world became a blur of grey ash as he swiftly moved towards his target.
A few minuets later, Xavka form became visible to anyone within the canyon as he leapt from the edge of a cliff, becoming a black speck within the currently foggy sky as his body raced down to the ground. Cementing the Force within his body, Xavka landed in a crouch with a loud thud, kicking up a flurry of ash, soil and twigs as a crater formed beneath his feet. Straightening himself to his full six foot plus height, Xavka cast his gaze around the area he had landed in. Whereas the land running either side of the river turned waterfall, which thundered down to his left, had been nothing but grey fields of ash and blackened wood, the area Xavka now stood in was filled with tree, sheltered from above by numerous outcroppings.
Leaping forwards, the claws which lined Xavka's right hand and the cybernetic fingers of his left dug into the bark of one of the trees with ease. From his position against the tree, Xavka leapt forwards again, and again anchored himself to the trunk of a tree, suspending himself above the ground beneath him. Gruting softly as he pulled on an old injury, Xavka slowly made his way up the tree, climbing it slowly, as he chose to wait and hope that his prey came towards his hidden, both physically and within the Force, form. If they didn't, then he would simply recalculate.
