Shadow Hand
[member="Coryth Elaris"]
A relentless snowstorm rolled over the windswept tundras that were the surface of Rhen Var. Temperatures were almost certainy dropping well below zero on the ice planet as it went on in the day. Deep in the remote tundra sat the village of Gabriel's Refuge, a village of several hundred stubborn, prideful people that dared called themselves Rhen Varites surviving out in the wilderness, braving the icy cold every day. As the day droned on more and more people dissipated off of the well lit streets that were once cleared, now an inch of snow began to form on their surface.
Windows were bolted and doors shut, chimneys choking out thick black smoke into the night sky as fires raged in nearly every building that had a fireplace. Gabriel's Refuge was one of the lesser trafficked villages on the surface and less traffic from the Silver Sanctum Coalition, the controlling force of Rhen Var were not frequent visitors. They traded often and hunted more so far into rural territory, it wouldn't be surprising to see someone skinning an animal out in the backyards of their homes, or carrying them in through the main road that wove its way through the moderately sized towns center, branching off in different directions like a spiderweb.
On paper the Director of Sith Intelligence, Dark Councilor, and Prime Designate of House Zambrano, Darth Prazutis was not on Rhen Var. A thoroughly backstopped fake identity coupled with the greased palms of a few of the contacts over the surface of the planet allowed the Sith to easily pass through. Everyone had a price or some means of coercion after all, and it was childs play to exploit such when in the right place. Darth Prazutis stood inside the basement of a two story building, surrounded by a team of intelligence analysts and officers who worked on a number of terminals set up. It took a long time and substantial resources before an IIA Blacksite could be established. The original owners were blackmailed into selling, and then even more credits bought their silence for good and a nice trip off world.
The building was a front for the operations that went on there and the rural area ensured the minimal presence of SSC Officials bouncing through, it was perfect. The agents were installing backdoors into servers, companies, municipalities, tapping phones and listening into conversations. It was all an incredibly lengthy process of data mining, as analysts would mine information and sift out the useless pieces to find the more valuable ones underneath, the gems. Speaking of gems there were several Intelligence Reports that said there were speculation of Solari Crystals in the nearby caves filled with monsters , the natives chalked it up to myth and legend. Solari Crystals were inaccessible to wielders of the dark side, but they were still sought after for research purposes, and the possibility of tainting one such crystal.
Prazutis walked upstairs to the first floor and deftly slid out the door into the cold. He wore on his head a cap and goggles, while a hefty black scarf sat wrapped around his neck. The Sith had half a mind to will the dreadful cold away with the force, but such a thing would surely cause him to stick out like a sore thumb among the people, and that wasn't possible in his line of work. So it was that he began snaking through the winding alleys and streets. The wind worked hard to force its way through his clothing while snow flaked onto his warm winter coat. Prazutis was used to a multitude of different kinds of weather from scorching suns, to the freezing cold. But Rhen Var for some reason was a cold few could get used to, constant rough snowstorms blanketed the surface seemingly without end.
Normally the Director didn't come out to every IIA Blacksite established around the galaxy, not unless there was a reason to be here. This one was located in the Silver Sanctum Coalition territory and on a planet particularly rich with crystals deep below the surface. One had to be extremely determined to dig through the hefty snow, hard ice, and the earthen rock that lay beneath it all. The One Sith Intelligence had interests in the rare Solari Crystals beneath the surface for research purposes, and potential corruption of said crystals were enough for him to oversee the operation personally. Life for the Dark Councilor was never dull, and he was always busy whether it was on some operation that didn't exist, ruling in the Pacanth Reach, or destroying the enemies of the Empire. But there was something about the silence and serenity of the snowstorms on Rhen Var that felt good.
The later it got in the day the less people that would be out mulling about. It allowed time to think and breath compared to how busy the city-world that Coruscant was. There was a beauty to the snowcapped landscape that wasn't often seen in the Core Worlds. The air even smelled fresher as he walked through the winding streets, a subtle shadow hidden in the rural village.
A relentless snowstorm rolled over the windswept tundras that were the surface of Rhen Var. Temperatures were almost certainy dropping well below zero on the ice planet as it went on in the day. Deep in the remote tundra sat the village of Gabriel's Refuge, a village of several hundred stubborn, prideful people that dared called themselves Rhen Varites surviving out in the wilderness, braving the icy cold every day. As the day droned on more and more people dissipated off of the well lit streets that were once cleared, now an inch of snow began to form on their surface.
Windows were bolted and doors shut, chimneys choking out thick black smoke into the night sky as fires raged in nearly every building that had a fireplace. Gabriel's Refuge was one of the lesser trafficked villages on the surface and less traffic from the Silver Sanctum Coalition, the controlling force of Rhen Var were not frequent visitors. They traded often and hunted more so far into rural territory, it wouldn't be surprising to see someone skinning an animal out in the backyards of their homes, or carrying them in through the main road that wove its way through the moderately sized towns center, branching off in different directions like a spiderweb.
On paper the Director of Sith Intelligence, Dark Councilor, and Prime Designate of House Zambrano, Darth Prazutis was not on Rhen Var. A thoroughly backstopped fake identity coupled with the greased palms of a few of the contacts over the surface of the planet allowed the Sith to easily pass through. Everyone had a price or some means of coercion after all, and it was childs play to exploit such when in the right place. Darth Prazutis stood inside the basement of a two story building, surrounded by a team of intelligence analysts and officers who worked on a number of terminals set up. It took a long time and substantial resources before an IIA Blacksite could be established. The original owners were blackmailed into selling, and then even more credits bought their silence for good and a nice trip off world.
The building was a front for the operations that went on there and the rural area ensured the minimal presence of SSC Officials bouncing through, it was perfect. The agents were installing backdoors into servers, companies, municipalities, tapping phones and listening into conversations. It was all an incredibly lengthy process of data mining, as analysts would mine information and sift out the useless pieces to find the more valuable ones underneath, the gems. Speaking of gems there were several Intelligence Reports that said there were speculation of Solari Crystals in the nearby caves filled with monsters , the natives chalked it up to myth and legend. Solari Crystals were inaccessible to wielders of the dark side, but they were still sought after for research purposes, and the possibility of tainting one such crystal.
Prazutis walked upstairs to the first floor and deftly slid out the door into the cold. He wore on his head a cap and goggles, while a hefty black scarf sat wrapped around his neck. The Sith had half a mind to will the dreadful cold away with the force, but such a thing would surely cause him to stick out like a sore thumb among the people, and that wasn't possible in his line of work. So it was that he began snaking through the winding alleys and streets. The wind worked hard to force its way through his clothing while snow flaked onto his warm winter coat. Prazutis was used to a multitude of different kinds of weather from scorching suns, to the freezing cold. But Rhen Var for some reason was a cold few could get used to, constant rough snowstorms blanketed the surface seemingly without end.
Normally the Director didn't come out to every IIA Blacksite established around the galaxy, not unless there was a reason to be here. This one was located in the Silver Sanctum Coalition territory and on a planet particularly rich with crystals deep below the surface. One had to be extremely determined to dig through the hefty snow, hard ice, and the earthen rock that lay beneath it all. The One Sith Intelligence had interests in the rare Solari Crystals beneath the surface for research purposes, and potential corruption of said crystals were enough for him to oversee the operation personally. Life for the Dark Councilor was never dull, and he was always busy whether it was on some operation that didn't exist, ruling in the Pacanth Reach, or destroying the enemies of the Empire. But there was something about the silence and serenity of the snowstorms on Rhen Var that felt good.
The later it got in the day the less people that would be out mulling about. It allowed time to think and breath compared to how busy the city-world that Coruscant was. There was a beauty to the snowcapped landscape that wasn't often seen in the Core Worlds. The air even smelled fresher as he walked through the winding streets, a subtle shadow hidden in the rural village.
