Darth Veles
Sweet Avreet
Hate and anger swirled through a young Mon Cal’s mind, yet he appeared completely calm, a typical neutral Mon Calamari expression on his face. Leaning out of a window, his large orange eyes goggled around, scanning the surrounding area for any sign of danger. The sun had already gone to sleep, sinking the destroyed city into a dark shadow, though the Mon Calamari did not mind, his race could see well in darkness. The sight was not the nicest; a place he used to call home lied in ruins. What was worse, small groups of the Republic ‘liberators’ started raiding the city, stealing everything valuable they could find, taking even the simplest things as something to remember their glorious victory. More’d soon come to the house he was hiding in, wanting to get a few free credits not belonging to them and steal from people they had murdered. Unfortunately for them, the last remnants of those loyal to the legitimate government kept fighting. The barbaric horde of invaders responded to it by doing ethnical cleansing, killing Imperials who refused to accept the usurpers as their new government. Since every citizen of the fallen Sith Empire was an Imperial, it meant to kill everyone who does not wear a Jedi robe or a Republic uniform and openly disagrees with the subjugation. Those barbarians certainly had ways of bringing ‘peace’ and ‘freedom’. It made Avreet smirk, those were only empty words of the invaders. The legitimate government of the planet, the Sith Empire, showed the true meaning of peace, freedom, alongside with prosperity and security. Not much of it left, except for the ones still fighting for it.
The room he stood in looked like it has been already burgled. It seemed the original owners had tried to save themselves, packing everything valuable and locking the door behind them, never to be seen again. The locked door told Avreet the room had yet to be ransacked by the Republic soldiers. He solved the door by melting the lock with his lightsaber. Not the most polite of ways, but he had a mission to accomplish. To kill a Republic colonel and show the citizens of the Empire that there was yet hope. Obviously, the decimated Empire was already dead, but it continued living inside its subjects. They’d have to operate from shadows now instead of directly fighting the hated enemy. The Jedi and their Republic puppets had caused so much death and destruction that the Dark Side could be easily felt by even untrained Force sensitives. It only strengthened Avreet’s resolve. His right eye swiveled to look into a dark corner, watching four dead Republic soldiers lying there like sacks of potatoes. Soon, another one would join the manpile.
His left eye darted towards the door as he heard a noise coming from behind. Reaching out through the Force, the Mon Calamari Sith could feel a being filled with bloodlust and greed. This prompted the young Assassin to bend the light around him, becoming transparent until fully disappearing. When the door opened and a man in a uniform of a Republic officer stepped in, glancing around. The invisible Sith circled around him, getting into his back and grabbing him from behind with his webbed hands. One swift move and he broke the man’s neck, and then threw the body on the others. Going to the window again and looking through it, his head covered by a hood, the Mon Cal’s cybernetic eye searched for more threats. Finding no one, he closed his eyes and listened to the sounds. Aside from an occasional blaster shot here and there, the night remained silent. The assassin he waited for in the designated area should arrive soon. Together, the two Sith would eliminate their target and rescue a mix of Imperial soldiers and civilians scheduled for execution. That should send a nice message to the Republic bastards. His mind briefly shifted to his parents, and he could only pray they have survived the war and escaped. Once the mission was over, he’d have to use one of Grima’s contacts to find them. The fate of the Sith Witch did not worry the Sith Knight, as he knew the powerful and wise Sith would be fine, as always.
The Force, his tool, told him of another sentient being coming closer to his position. A Force sensitive with their signature hard to feel, though it was still very possible for an experienced assassin like him. Possibly an apprentice. “Are you ready?” asked the Mon Calamari simply when she approached, his cybernetic eye immediately seeing the young woman, “If so, let’s go. Our target is currently near the townhall, along with the prisoners.” The Mon Cal offered the dead bodies in the corner one last glare filled with hate and left the room, entering a short hallway. Walking down the stairs and exiting the building, he was ready to delve into the city filled with enemy patrols. They would not stand a chance against two trained assassins though, not even if their helmets had night vision.
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The room he stood in looked like it has been already burgled. It seemed the original owners had tried to save themselves, packing everything valuable and locking the door behind them, never to be seen again. The locked door told Avreet the room had yet to be ransacked by the Republic soldiers. He solved the door by melting the lock with his lightsaber. Not the most polite of ways, but he had a mission to accomplish. To kill a Republic colonel and show the citizens of the Empire that there was yet hope. Obviously, the decimated Empire was already dead, but it continued living inside its subjects. They’d have to operate from shadows now instead of directly fighting the hated enemy. The Jedi and their Republic puppets had caused so much death and destruction that the Dark Side could be easily felt by even untrained Force sensitives. It only strengthened Avreet’s resolve. His right eye swiveled to look into a dark corner, watching four dead Republic soldiers lying there like sacks of potatoes. Soon, another one would join the manpile.
His left eye darted towards the door as he heard a noise coming from behind. Reaching out through the Force, the Mon Calamari Sith could feel a being filled with bloodlust and greed. This prompted the young Assassin to bend the light around him, becoming transparent until fully disappearing. When the door opened and a man in a uniform of a Republic officer stepped in, glancing around. The invisible Sith circled around him, getting into his back and grabbing him from behind with his webbed hands. One swift move and he broke the man’s neck, and then threw the body on the others. Going to the window again and looking through it, his head covered by a hood, the Mon Cal’s cybernetic eye searched for more threats. Finding no one, he closed his eyes and listened to the sounds. Aside from an occasional blaster shot here and there, the night remained silent. The assassin he waited for in the designated area should arrive soon. Together, the two Sith would eliminate their target and rescue a mix of Imperial soldiers and civilians scheduled for execution. That should send a nice message to the Republic bastards. His mind briefly shifted to his parents, and he could only pray they have survived the war and escaped. Once the mission was over, he’d have to use one of Grima’s contacts to find them. The fate of the Sith Witch did not worry the Sith Knight, as he knew the powerful and wise Sith would be fine, as always.
The Force, his tool, told him of another sentient being coming closer to his position. A Force sensitive with their signature hard to feel, though it was still very possible for an experienced assassin like him. Possibly an apprentice. “Are you ready?” asked the Mon Calamari simply when she approached, his cybernetic eye immediately seeing the young woman, “If so, let’s go. Our target is currently near the townhall, along with the prisoners.” The Mon Cal offered the dead bodies in the corner one last glare filled with hate and left the room, entering a short hallway. Walking down the stairs and exiting the building, he was ready to delve into the city filled with enemy patrols. They would not stand a chance against two trained assassins though, not even if their helmets had night vision.
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