The Forgotten One
All his life he wanted to see it. In the chambers of the Sith academy it had almost driven him mad with countless hours spent trying to just get a glimpse of that intangible existence. Now his body lay crumbled in the dirt, struck down by the lighsaber of a Jedi. The Sith's life flashed before him, he uttered the last line of the Sith Code, then his eyes closed. For a moment there was nothing, a sudden blackness, then the nothing took him in. Arcturus, or what was left of him, felt like he was adrift in an endless ocean of stars. With each passing moment, his ambitions of power and passion faded away, and everything was enveloped into The Force. Now he could more than just see it, The Void, then chaos was everywhere and everything. And he became one with The Force.
OSSUS
Minutes after the Sith Empire's Defeat.
"We gotta move!" A company of soldiers in black clad armor moved through the jungles of Ossus. They had no distinguishable markings, no symbols of the Empire, or crests of the Republic. To put it simply they were military contractors here on the most ominous of missions. Their movements were swift, and their execution was precise. "Avoid all contact with combatants on both sides if possible, remember the mission objective is retrieval." One of the soldiers said over the communicator. Even in the light it was hard to tell who was who, each soldier wore a helmet that covered their face and matched their black armor.
After several minutes of patrol sweeps someone shouted, hands were raised to stop. The black armored soldiers came to a halt and keeled down. Words were exchanged, then one stood with a holo-communicator in his hand he spoke. "This is the commander, we think we found one." He reached up and touched the side of his helmet. "Understood, we'll get the ID and extraction." The commander then moved to the front of the company of men. The commander found before him a man in black robes, a lightsaber wound to the chest, dead and laying on the ground. Quickly the commander ordered for some bio-scans.
One of the soldiers stood and pointed a scanner at the body. "He is dead alright, and given the choice of the robes I believe him to be a Sith."
The commander nodded. "Get an identification."
Several urgent minutes passed. "Arcturus Procyon... Wanted for war crimes in the Republic, dishonorably discharged from service as an officer years ago. He went to the Sith and is believed to be force sensitive... Sir I see no lightsaber." The soldier holding the scanner noted.
"The Jedi who killed him likely took it as a trophy. But none the less this is what we are looking for, I could care less about the weapon." The commander pointed to the dead man. "Call in the extraction."
The sounds of battle grew closer. Explosions, blaster fire, the hum of tank engines. Despite the Empire's defeat, the few defenders who remained fought on. After a few moments a sleek black starship appeared above the military contractors. A ramp lowered from the back of the ship, and two soldiers came out carrying a large black container. About seven feet long and two feet deep, Arcturus's body was gently placed inside the black container. The commander watched his men work, ensuring the body was not damaged anymore than it had been during the lightsaber duel. The container then sealed with a hiss, obviously it functioned as a device to preserve the dead Sith's body. The container was then loaded up on the ship, and soldiers boarded quickly after.
"Commander. Can I ask what we are doing plucking a dead Sith off the battlefield?" The soldier who preformed bio-scans earlier asked.
"No. Are employer asked for a dead Sith, and thats what we got. A dead Sith." The commander spoke while strapping himself into a flight chair. The other soldiers were doing the same now too. "We'll find out what is going on soon enough."
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OSSUS
Minutes after the Sith Empire's Defeat.
"We gotta move!" A company of soldiers in black clad armor moved through the jungles of Ossus. They had no distinguishable markings, no symbols of the Empire, or crests of the Republic. To put it simply they were military contractors here on the most ominous of missions. Their movements were swift, and their execution was precise. "Avoid all contact with combatants on both sides if possible, remember the mission objective is retrieval." One of the soldiers said over the communicator. Even in the light it was hard to tell who was who, each soldier wore a helmet that covered their face and matched their black armor.
After several minutes of patrol sweeps someone shouted, hands were raised to stop. The black armored soldiers came to a halt and keeled down. Words were exchanged, then one stood with a holo-communicator in his hand he spoke. "This is the commander, we think we found one." He reached up and touched the side of his helmet. "Understood, we'll get the ID and extraction." The commander then moved to the front of the company of men. The commander found before him a man in black robes, a lightsaber wound to the chest, dead and laying on the ground. Quickly the commander ordered for some bio-scans.
One of the soldiers stood and pointed a scanner at the body. "He is dead alright, and given the choice of the robes I believe him to be a Sith."
The commander nodded. "Get an identification."
Several urgent minutes passed. "Arcturus Procyon... Wanted for war crimes in the Republic, dishonorably discharged from service as an officer years ago. He went to the Sith and is believed to be force sensitive... Sir I see no lightsaber." The soldier holding the scanner noted.
"The Jedi who killed him likely took it as a trophy. But none the less this is what we are looking for, I could care less about the weapon." The commander pointed to the dead man. "Call in the extraction."
The sounds of battle grew closer. Explosions, blaster fire, the hum of tank engines. Despite the Empire's defeat, the few defenders who remained fought on. After a few moments a sleek black starship appeared above the military contractors. A ramp lowered from the back of the ship, and two soldiers came out carrying a large black container. About seven feet long and two feet deep, Arcturus's body was gently placed inside the black container. The commander watched his men work, ensuring the body was not damaged anymore than it had been during the lightsaber duel. The container then sealed with a hiss, obviously it functioned as a device to preserve the dead Sith's body. The container was then loaded up on the ship, and soldiers boarded quickly after.
"Commander. Can I ask what we are doing plucking a dead Sith off the battlefield?" The soldier who preformed bio-scans earlier asked.
"No. Are employer asked for a dead Sith, and thats what we got. A dead Sith." The commander spoke while strapping himself into a flight chair. The other soldiers were doing the same now too. "We'll find out what is going on soon enough."
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