Ignitus Tapesh
Character
Ignitus Tapes carefully docked his Fury within the domed metropolis upon the frozen planet of Arkania. Exiting from it as fully cloaked and hooded as one his size could be.
Moving passed the customs agents without issue after forcing the presence of fear that began to sprout at the very sight if him to quickly blossom within them to the point they could not bare to even look at him. Leaving the port swiftly he stepped to the bustling streets, crafts of all shapes and sizes sped passed him both along and above the paved streets.
Ignitus paused for a brief moment, retrieving a small device from the pocket of his tight leather battle suit, activating it immediately.
A hologram of Arkania projected from the machine before the view of it quickly magnified on a specific location, a large exquisite mansion, a number arising at the corner of the Holo, the coordinates.
It did not take long for him to navigate through the streets, every so often checking the remaining distance between him and the mansion he sought.
However he soon grew tired of the slow progress he was making through the busy streets, opting to take the life of a human swoop bike owner, swiftly dragging the woman into the alley across from their bike, his hands around her neck tightened until he felt the tunnel collapse and the cord shatter within his vice like grip.
Ignitus lay the visitors along a the edge of a building, beneath some refuse to keep prying eyes from discovering his deed, for a time.
Within a little more than an hour the swoop bike carried the Monstrous Brute to the large gate that protected the property from casual unwanted visitors.
After dismounting Ignitus quickly channeled the force through himself, using it to strengthen his legs before suddenly leaping into the air, clearing the gate easily and landing only a few meters from the entrance of the rich styled home.
However, it quickly slid open as two guards in full gear and blaster rifles raised at the ready dashed outward.
Smoke began to rise from their bodies after the deadly hiss of Ignitus' curved hilts ignition and the whistle as it sailed through the air, searing its way through the first guards torso then devouring a tunnel through the seconds solar plexus.
As the deceased began to fall Ignitus bolted through the door. The inner layout of the place burned into his memory from his study of it during the entire journey from his home to the frozen planet.
He quickly cleaved an arm from a young adult Arkanian who stepped out from a room and into the Siths path, oblivious of the brutes invasion until his arm graced the floor absent the rest of him. A second backward swing ended the Arkanians instinct to dollar out before he was able.
A few more feet forwards and Ignitus burst through a thick glass door, sliding to a stop within the bedroom of the homes master, who stood wide eyed and shocked as the beast towered over him.
The Lord of the manor was a very well aged Arkanians male, his pure white short hair neatly trimmed. He wore a long silk red bath robe that his hands immediately began fearfully patting in search for anything to defend himself or call his guards, but he found nothing.
Suddenly the aged Arkanian was raise off his feet as Ignitus' massive hand gripped the top of his head and lifted him.
"You laid claim to a relic that did not belong to you. As you lack the will to use it, I will reclaim it."
The wealthy Arkanians form suddenly destroyed several pieces of its own high priced furniture aided by Ignitus' strength, sending him flying to the opposite side of the room.
With his white hot saber still ignited the Sith plunged it into a the wall beside him. The hologram of an Arkanian family posed for a portrait flickered before deactivating, revealing the vault it was meant to hide.
Ignitus' blade tore clean through the locking mechanism within a few short seconds.
Finally allowing his lightsaber a moment of rest, allowing it to retreat back into the curved hilt, he holstered it, then moved the manipulated the force into coiling around the vaults door, now made useless, and pull it from its resting place before giving it a new one, made from its owner's chest cavity as he used the force to throw it to the Arkanian.
Within the protective confines hung an item Ignitus had long hunted for whenever he had a spare moment outside of training and futile attempts to earn his Father's recognition.
A suit of armor, Fallen Angel.
Ignitus took hold of his long sought after prize, using the expensive sheets of that adorned the oversized bed to wrap it in.
As he finished the estates guards began filing into the hallway towards the room he and their employers corpse resided.
5 he figured by the sound of their boots on the marble flooring.
5 guards filled the hall indeed, their bodies in several pieces lined the floor before they could reach their destination. With the advantage of his enemies in a narrow space added with the curve of a powerful throw made the task of dispatching them too easy, his white blade once more ignited and then extinguished as the exquisite chrome curved hilt returned to his palm.
Tucking the prize under his arm Ignitus took his leave. Leaving the dead lord of the manor and his heir to lay within their mansion with their guards to keep them company.
As Ignitus mounted his stolen swoop, he took in a deep breath, letting it out slowly as he prayed he was able to keep his identity hidden well enough.
He feared not the authorities of the Arkania, but the wrath of his Master were he to ever find out that Ignitus took the lives of two Arkanians, the race that stood above all others in his Master's eyes. The fact they were not sensitive to the force and that the armor would help Ignitus better serve his master mattered very little, as they were still a higher lifeform than that of his Mongrel son /apprentice Ignitus.
Ignitus pulled the hood further down, speeding to return to his ship and to the never ending NEED to make his Master proud..
Moving passed the customs agents without issue after forcing the presence of fear that began to sprout at the very sight if him to quickly blossom within them to the point they could not bare to even look at him. Leaving the port swiftly he stepped to the bustling streets, crafts of all shapes and sizes sped passed him both along and above the paved streets.
Ignitus paused for a brief moment, retrieving a small device from the pocket of his tight leather battle suit, activating it immediately.
A hologram of Arkania projected from the machine before the view of it quickly magnified on a specific location, a large exquisite mansion, a number arising at the corner of the Holo, the coordinates.
It did not take long for him to navigate through the streets, every so often checking the remaining distance between him and the mansion he sought.
However he soon grew tired of the slow progress he was making through the busy streets, opting to take the life of a human swoop bike owner, swiftly dragging the woman into the alley across from their bike, his hands around her neck tightened until he felt the tunnel collapse and the cord shatter within his vice like grip.
Ignitus lay the visitors along a the edge of a building, beneath some refuse to keep prying eyes from discovering his deed, for a time.
Within a little more than an hour the swoop bike carried the Monstrous Brute to the large gate that protected the property from casual unwanted visitors.
After dismounting Ignitus quickly channeled the force through himself, using it to strengthen his legs before suddenly leaping into the air, clearing the gate easily and landing only a few meters from the entrance of the rich styled home.
However, it quickly slid open as two guards in full gear and blaster rifles raised at the ready dashed outward.
Smoke began to rise from their bodies after the deadly hiss of Ignitus' curved hilts ignition and the whistle as it sailed through the air, searing its way through the first guards torso then devouring a tunnel through the seconds solar plexus.
As the deceased began to fall Ignitus bolted through the door. The inner layout of the place burned into his memory from his study of it during the entire journey from his home to the frozen planet.
He quickly cleaved an arm from a young adult Arkanian who stepped out from a room and into the Siths path, oblivious of the brutes invasion until his arm graced the floor absent the rest of him. A second backward swing ended the Arkanians instinct to dollar out before he was able.
A few more feet forwards and Ignitus burst through a thick glass door, sliding to a stop within the bedroom of the homes master, who stood wide eyed and shocked as the beast towered over him.
The Lord of the manor was a very well aged Arkanians male, his pure white short hair neatly trimmed. He wore a long silk red bath robe that his hands immediately began fearfully patting in search for anything to defend himself or call his guards, but he found nothing.
Suddenly the aged Arkanian was raise off his feet as Ignitus' massive hand gripped the top of his head and lifted him.
"You laid claim to a relic that did not belong to you. As you lack the will to use it, I will reclaim it."
The wealthy Arkanians form suddenly destroyed several pieces of its own high priced furniture aided by Ignitus' strength, sending him flying to the opposite side of the room.
With his white hot saber still ignited the Sith plunged it into a the wall beside him. The hologram of an Arkanian family posed for a portrait flickered before deactivating, revealing the vault it was meant to hide.
Ignitus' blade tore clean through the locking mechanism within a few short seconds.
Finally allowing his lightsaber a moment of rest, allowing it to retreat back into the curved hilt, he holstered it, then moved the manipulated the force into coiling around the vaults door, now made useless, and pull it from its resting place before giving it a new one, made from its owner's chest cavity as he used the force to throw it to the Arkanian.
Within the protective confines hung an item Ignitus had long hunted for whenever he had a spare moment outside of training and futile attempts to earn his Father's recognition.
A suit of armor, Fallen Angel.
Ignitus took hold of his long sought after prize, using the expensive sheets of that adorned the oversized bed to wrap it in.
As he finished the estates guards began filing into the hallway towards the room he and their employers corpse resided.
5 he figured by the sound of their boots on the marble flooring.
5 guards filled the hall indeed, their bodies in several pieces lined the floor before they could reach their destination. With the advantage of his enemies in a narrow space added with the curve of a powerful throw made the task of dispatching them too easy, his white blade once more ignited and then extinguished as the exquisite chrome curved hilt returned to his palm.
Tucking the prize under his arm Ignitus took his leave. Leaving the dead lord of the manor and his heir to lay within their mansion with their guards to keep them company.
As Ignitus mounted his stolen swoop, he took in a deep breath, letting it out slowly as he prayed he was able to keep his identity hidden well enough.
He feared not the authorities of the Arkania, but the wrath of his Master were he to ever find out that Ignitus took the lives of two Arkanians, the race that stood above all others in his Master's eyes. The fact they were not sensitive to the force and that the armor would help Ignitus better serve his master mattered very little, as they were still a higher lifeform than that of his Mongrel son /apprentice Ignitus.
Ignitus pulled the hood further down, speeding to return to his ship and to the never ending NEED to make his Master proud..