Dromund Kaas
Klaxons and whistles went off almost continuously as turbulence tossed the nimble vessel around wildly. Outside the forward viewport, Caid's silver-green eyes could plainly see flashes of dangerous lightning at sporadic intervals. Despite the incredibly turbulent nature of the planet's lower atmosphere, the flight crew seemed largely unphased. It was too be expected from individuals that flew these transits multiple times a day, five days a week. Caid, however, did not reside principally on Dromund Kaas. The Sith Marauder greatly preferred the seclusion of his own estate on Thule. No...Dromund Kaas was a location that hosted those people whom needed to be close to power.
"We're initiating our final descent now, sir."
Caid did not turn his gaze in the direction of the pilot that had spoken to him, but he responded just the same. "You can dispense with the updates Lieutenant. I trust you are perfectly capable of executing your duties as required."
The Lieutenant immediately returned his attention to the controls in front of him as he mumbled something underneath his breath.
Caid, of course, knew perfectly well what the man had said. In fact, he knew the man would speak the disrespectful words before they'd even formed in his mouth. Still, it often amused Caid to see if personal choice would override fate. Theoretically speaking, it was possible. Caid simply had yet to be a witness to such a phenomenon.
Within fifteen minutes, the shuttle was setting down on a pre-appointed landing pad at the recently constructed estate of Lord Vorenus, a General in the Resurgent Military and Caid's technical superior. Following the reclamation of Dromund Kaas, Caid had discovered that it was Vorenus whom had cost the Marauder the success of one of his objectives. Not to mention, the older Sith had been foolish enough to think that he could then take the Massassi that belonged to Caid and pay him lip service about the result.
One might ask if Caid intended to punish the Massassi for their treachery. The answer...was no. They were beasts, responding solely to strength and capable only of outright destruction. The Sith regarded them as little more than finely-tuned servants. If anything, they had only shown Caid that he had been too weak and malleable in his handling of Vorenus up to this point. The man's machinations and interruptions had been a nuisance that Caid thought would simply fade with time or boredom.
Incorrect.
Casually, Caid exited the shuttle, featureless black mask affixed to his head beneath the folds of his dark cloak. The glossy black hilt of his lightsaber was already in his right hand as he stepped forward, servants moving casually to greet him. A simple motion of his left hand caused the neck of one servant to snap instantly. The second, out of habit no doubt, prostrated herself on the ground.
Caid walked by the young woman without even looking at her. There would be no social discourse with Vorenus today. One of them would die on the surface of Dromund Kaas.
[member="Vrak Nashar"]
Klaxons and whistles went off almost continuously as turbulence tossed the nimble vessel around wildly. Outside the forward viewport, Caid's silver-green eyes could plainly see flashes of dangerous lightning at sporadic intervals. Despite the incredibly turbulent nature of the planet's lower atmosphere, the flight crew seemed largely unphased. It was too be expected from individuals that flew these transits multiple times a day, five days a week. Caid, however, did not reside principally on Dromund Kaas. The Sith Marauder greatly preferred the seclusion of his own estate on Thule. No...Dromund Kaas was a location that hosted those people whom needed to be close to power.
"We're initiating our final descent now, sir."
Caid did not turn his gaze in the direction of the pilot that had spoken to him, but he responded just the same. "You can dispense with the updates Lieutenant. I trust you are perfectly capable of executing your duties as required."
The Lieutenant immediately returned his attention to the controls in front of him as he mumbled something underneath his breath.
Caid, of course, knew perfectly well what the man had said. In fact, he knew the man would speak the disrespectful words before they'd even formed in his mouth. Still, it often amused Caid to see if personal choice would override fate. Theoretically speaking, it was possible. Caid simply had yet to be a witness to such a phenomenon.
Within fifteen minutes, the shuttle was setting down on a pre-appointed landing pad at the recently constructed estate of Lord Vorenus, a General in the Resurgent Military and Caid's technical superior. Following the reclamation of Dromund Kaas, Caid had discovered that it was Vorenus whom had cost the Marauder the success of one of his objectives. Not to mention, the older Sith had been foolish enough to think that he could then take the Massassi that belonged to Caid and pay him lip service about the result.
One might ask if Caid intended to punish the Massassi for their treachery. The answer...was no. They were beasts, responding solely to strength and capable only of outright destruction. The Sith regarded them as little more than finely-tuned servants. If anything, they had only shown Caid that he had been too weak and malleable in his handling of Vorenus up to this point. The man's machinations and interruptions had been a nuisance that Caid thought would simply fade with time or boredom.
Incorrect.
Casually, Caid exited the shuttle, featureless black mask affixed to his head beneath the folds of his dark cloak. The glossy black hilt of his lightsaber was already in his right hand as he stepped forward, servants moving casually to greet him. A simple motion of his left hand caused the neck of one servant to snap instantly. The second, out of habit no doubt, prostrated herself on the ground.
Caid walked by the young woman without even looking at her. There would be no social discourse with Vorenus today. One of them would die on the surface of Dromund Kaas.
[member="Vrak Nashar"]
