Beneath the Shattered Crest
Location: Empress Teta.
Target: Veyrik Thalvar.
Indirect:
Judah Dashiell
.The night sky overhead did little to slow her ambition, the hooded figure moving through the crowded streets of Empress Teta's Cityscape as she pursued her target from afar. Not once did she dare take her eyes off of his back, unable to allow a fraction of the risk that he slip out of her grasp once again.
His name was Veyrik Thalvar, though, like herself, he went by other names to conceal his position: a Shadow Operative for the Sith Order and his connection to the Imperial Security Bureau of the Galactic Empire. Thalvar was a special kind of scum, an expert in covert operations, and personally responsible for being a persistent thorn in her side for far too long. Those who had failed in their past attempts to take her life had left a breadcrumb trail leading back to this one man, yet the journey had been long and painstakingly arduous.
So many leads had turned up, only to go cold or play out to be nothing at all. Some had been credible, past associates such as the disgraced professor, Marn Delos; and the terrified Sorin Vey, a dockworker who had been responsible for overseeing illegal shipments out of coruscant following the recent invasion, yet even he had been a victim and her intervention had wound up ending in tragedy as the mans family had been executed following her abduction of Vey, in the pursuit of Thalvar's whereabouts.
Once upon a time, such a thing would have left her feeling sick to her stomach...-But this was what life had become, so long ago now. It was second nature, and she had started to see those responsible for her pain, less as people with beating, bleeding hearts, but now something else...Something darker, deadlier to society. A cancer needing to be snuffed out. Not for society's sake or some greater good as her father would often speak of, but for her peace of mind. Selfish, as it were.
Sometimes, to beat those the Galaxy feared as monsters, you had to sacrifice the innocence inside, the part of you that feared the existence of such things to begin with.
Beneath the loose, baggy old cloak that covered her form, she drew her Lightsaber into her hand. Thalvar wasn't alone; he had three others following closely behind him, all dressed in black, bearing no sigils of identification, yet each of them gave off a sense of imposition, an air of power about their movements. Their body language spoke volumes, exuding confidence with every stride and a sense of pride in their work as they followed their superior. What they were doing here on Empress Teta, she did not care. She did not come to this planet to know its history or experience its culture. She was here for the singular kill, and then she would disappear.
Her pace quickened, her auburn hair brushing across her line of sight, the hood masking her face with a faint shadow blocking out the cascading moonlight above. The moment was quickly approaching, as if rehearsed and familiar to her. Not for the first time, and he would not be the last. She had a list of high-profile Sith Imperial officers, some of whom had fallen, forcing the rest into hiding and heightening security across the board. An expected consequence of her gradual success, yet frustrating all the same; hence the importance of tonight.
She couldn't afford to screw this up.
Naturally, the whimsical nature of the Force had entirely different plans in store for her. A reunion of two that could not have come at the worst time, and be such a far cry from anything she had desired, that not only would this opportunity go awry, but so too would all her efforts to remain disconnected from her past go straight to chit.
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