Sins of My Past (open)

[Jake Daniels]

'Extraordinary afflictions are not always the punishment for​

extraordinary sins, but sometimes the trial for extraordinary graces.'​

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Denon, a city world similar to Coruscant.

The planet resided in the heart of enemy territory, among a collection of planets controlled red arsed baboons. Why Baboons? Gravis referred to those he didn't like as walking monkeys. Those who held his unrivaled contempt? They got something a bit more specific. In this instance, red arsed baboons. Yet Jedi were not the reason Darth Gravis traveled to a territory some may have feared. Oh no. Today wasn't about a war among factions. Today was about something emotionally raw. Darth Gravis had been wronged and in a way that was most unforgivable.

Among the One Sith, Darth Gravis had developed a reputation as being the pacifist. A man whom would avoid conflict, do what he could to find a way around fighting, but still get what he wanted. That was only partly true. The Knight did do what he could to work around a potential fight and he always got what he wanted. He didn't avoid all conflict however. There were certain things that would force his hand without hesitation and today was about one of those things.

Sitting at an outdoor table, the Knight quietly ate a slice of pepperoni pizza. Dressed in an obnoxiously loud outfit, the man was dressed in a manner that was meant to help him pass as one of the common folk of Denon. Perhaps he went a little overboard in his choice of clothing. Darth Gravis was unique among the force users of the galaxy. He wasn't impressively touched by the force. He couldn't make it rain lightning bolts nor could he absorbed force abilities. He was gifted with the abilities of a lightsaber. He rivaled Lords and Masters in his uncanny natural ability with the blade. The flip side was his force abilities were lacking. The Knight had an already weak impression on the force and he, himself, could not feel another force user unless they were within a short distance. This meant any competent Jedi or Sith could track him.

Then how would Gravis counter such an issue? Two ways. He was constantly aware of his surroundings. He also held his saber close at all times. He was no fool. He acknowledged his weakness and worked to his strengths. That's what his Lady Silencia had always trained him to do. So why then had the events that brought him here initially caught him off guard?

Now that was the question.​

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Glancing up and across the street, his ice blue eyes watched the ebb and flow of people as they carried on with their daily lives. The man checked his watch, then stared at the door to a bank. He took a quiet bite of his pizza. A chew. A swallow. Another check of his watch. Then it happened.

The explosion shot outwards from inside a bank. The Knight lowered his head as a wave of hot hair rushed through the area. Then there was a moment of silence. An eerie silence that followed as in the few seconds after the initial explosion people were still overcome with shock. Quietly Jake stood with a calm unbefitting the normal response to any kind of explosion one would naturally expect and set some money on the table. Lifting his messenger bag, which hid several key items inside, the Knight began to walk down the street.

Like Kashyyk. Like Tholatin. Like Altier.

This had been beautiful clockwork. Precise and accurate.

After putting on his earbuds, Gravis hit the button on his small musical device and listened to the only song he owned.

It was time to get to work. It was time to right the wrong.​

Special Notes:

• Jakes Outfit
• Messenger Bag

 

[Jake Daniels]

Minutes after the big boom, the city was abuzz in first responder activity as bellows of black smoke filled the blue daytime sky. People rushed about, many going towards the scene as morbid curiosity becomed to them likes moths to literal flames. Daniels went in search of something else. As he listened to the song that served as an impromptu theme to his current state of existence, the man found a sports bar with a television. On its screen was no longer reports of sports. Instead it was turned to a local news station that had already arrived on scene. Jake removed one of his ear buds as he drew to a small crowd around the tele to listen to the news broadcast.

"...yes..." The Chiss reporter said into a microphone while speaking to someone off camera, "...ok... thank you." Slowly the burgundy eyed alien turned towards the cameraman. "Local Authorities are confirming at least a dozen casualties. Initial estimates put forty injured with many in a critical condition. They also suspect the explosive used to be similar to the ones recently used on other planets as of late. High end military grade."

The Chiss then lowered her mic and looked off camera again. This time a uniformed Police Officer was seen. Daniels glanced down at his watch and perked a brow just as the news reporter began to speak, "Police have asked all Press Crews on site to reveal a still image taken from bank CCTV. That should be on the screen now." Like clockwork. Jake made an irritated noise with his teeth. On the screen was a man dressed in robes very similar to the ones Jake, himself, normally wore. Nearly every detail matched perfectly except for one key difference.

"This is now part of the inter-system man hunt for the Sith known as Darth Gravis. A note, like those found near the bombings on the other planets, has been recovered. Like the others Authorities state that Darth Gravis has taken responsibility and is challenging any and all to try and stop him. Little, if any, information is still available about this illusive Sith but Authorities are cautioning the public that if you see him do not approach. Alert police. He is considered armed and incredibly dangerous." The Reporter said. "Again, this has now become part of the manhunt for Darth Gravis."

People around the sports bar began to murmur. Questions such why a Sith would attack soft targets? Where were the Jedi or Republic response teams? Why had no one caught him yet? Jake didn't care about those inquiries. He was here to correct the wrong done to him. That was his only focus.

No one claimed his identity.

No one.

Placing his earbud back in, the Knight quietly left.