Private The Ghost of Felucia

[Altair Damask]

Altair, alias Ghost, waited. He had been waiting on Felucia quite a lot. Since it was in Sith territory, many Sith had come to remove the intruder, only to be hacked apart by the aggressive, vengeful, pitiless hunter of the Sith. He hated the Sith, and disdained the Jedi, so he decided to do the one thing that the Jedi had failed to do, kill off the Sith. So he waited on Felucia, to ambush and slaughter any Sith that came his way.

A ship descended, and in it he sensed a total of five Sith, one more powerful than the rest. He stood from his sitting position and pulled out his lightsabers but didn’t activate them, and put his own developed force power to use, an aura cloak, hiding his presence from those who were looking for him, which is what let him ambush Sith so effectively. And so he waited, hiding in foliage, and speeding silently through the jungles of Felucia, with intent to kill.

 

[Darth Athora]

Doom had encroached upon the Sith Empire. The end was nigh. Attacks on multiple fronts at the hands of relentless and countless enemies chipped away at the Empire's realm. Darth Athora watched from the safety of her citadel as the Empire fell apart. From Kulthis, she built her defenses, consoled her people, and awaited the enemy. But, she grew tired of waiting. Despite her better judgement, she was thirsting for blood and carnage. She needed it more than she knew.

The tone signaling a call came to her holocommunicator. She pressed a button at the base of the device and one of her acolytes appeared. "My lord. There is an urgent matter that requires your attention. A rogue Jedi carving a swathe on felucia has been reported. Several have tried to apprehend him, but all have failed." reported the acolyte. "I would have handled it myself, but you ordered me to report such findings to you first."

"I presume this Jedi is acting alone? How foolish. Admirable, but foolish. Thank you for bringing this to my attention, my apprentice." Athora ended the holocall and began making preparations for her departure.

​

It was only a matter of time before Chimaera II was in Felucia's orbit and swiftly entering the atmosphere. Darth Athora stood upon the bridge as she watched the stars of space turn into the skies of Felucia. Once Chimaera II was secure in the skies above, it halted its movement and rested. Athora quickly left the bridge and made her way to the hangar. Several of her acolytes awaited her there, prepared to fulfill her bidding. As she approached them, the acolytes dropped to a knee, kneeling before the Sith Lord.

"You few will act as my vanguard. You will engage the Jedi on sight and when you do, I will be watching. It is likely most, if not all, of you will die. That does not matter. It will give me insight on this Jedi's abilities and tactics. Clearly, he is very reckless. And stupid. I do not anticipate this to last very long. But, be prepared for anything. Now go."

At the command of their master, the acolytes boarded a dropship and departed the Chimaera. Athora stepped foot into a separate dropship which departed shortly after the first. The acolytes stepped off their dropship once it landed on the ground and slowly approached the last known location of the Jedi, swiftly and gracefully. Each of them, carefully watching all angles as they moved with sheer vigilance. They were ready to counter whatever may come their way.

From above, Athora spectated through a hologram displaying her acolytes as they tread through the jungle. She stood there, clad in her Akute iv tave Asimi armor, with her talisman beneath it pressed against her chest. Her lightsaber remained at her hip, ready to be utilized at her whim. She could feel the dark side seeping from her body like a beast waiting to be unleashed.

"Where are you, little rodent?" she uttered beneath her breath.

Altair Damask ​

 

[Altair Damask]

He crouched in the upper foliage, hidden from the air, and very difficult to see from the ground, and with his force cloak masking his force presence, he was as stealthy as a Ghost, and was the source for his moniker. He watched as roughly ten lower level Sith came down, while the biggest and most powerful life form remained on the ship, Sith cowardice at its finest. He had to think this through. She was definitely observing him, looking to see how he fought to gain an advantage, he wasn’t going to give it to her. No, he had something else in mind. With the force, he pulled heavy trees onto the large group, killing most of them under its weight, and moving in to swiftly dispatch the survivors, which gave her no insight to his fighting style, only that he was absolutely ruthless.

He faced the floating ship, his blank white mask hissing quietly with a respirator meant to help him breathe easily in various atmospheres. One of his yellow bladed lightsabers was activated, the other remained on his belt. He faced the ship, and by extension the Sith, in challenge. He spoke not a word.

 

[Darth Athora]

"There you are." Athora whispered. "Fire." she commanded.

The pilot brought the Phi dropship's nose down a bit, giving the gunner more weapons to utilize. The gunner, then, readied the quad laser cannons and began to unleash a stream of laser cannon fire upon the Jedi's position. Athora stood by and watched as the barrage of red lasers rained upon the Felucian jungle, decimating the foliage with ease.

"Even if he lives..he won't be able to hide now. Do not relent. Not until I say so."

As Athora commanded, the gunner continued firing down below, aiming for the Jedi. If he were to move, the seasoned pilot and gunner would adjust themselves accordingly to continue firing upon him.

Altair Damask ​

 

[Altair Damask]

Mistake. Making the foliage fall and move created the perfect screen for him to move unseen, or at least with breaks in their line of sight. This let him get directly under the ship, where he seized a large chunk of debris, a tree trunk, and flung it at the underside of the ship, hitting the gunner directly. Even if this were blown apart, and if it were, he would jump onto the back of the ship and sink his lightsabers into one of it’s stabilizers, then leapt off and watched them crash.

Once they were down he approached the ship at high speed, he intended to slaughter everyone inside or die trying. It was time for lightsabers to clash.

 

[Darth Athora]

Athora watched, easily, as the Jedi moved through the burning trees. The lightsaber gave him away. The hum of it's energy was like a beacon within the foliage. He was persistent and impulsive. Traits some Sith share. He had to be of the Silver Jedi's ilk. They were the ruthless kind of Jedi. One she was more than used to fighting at this point.

The hard thud of a man landing on the ship prompted a smirk from the Sith Lord. "You two served me decently enough. I'll see to it that your families know of your sacrifice." Athora commented. She then raised her arms, pointing her hands to the skies above. Lightning began to surge from her hands across her body as she began to channel the natural electricity from her body. As she did, the inside of the dropship began to quickly be torn apart by stray bolts of lightning from the Sith Lord until she conjured enough power to completely obliterate the dropship around her, sending it in the area around her in pieces.

Before the carcass of the dropship could hit the ground, Athora grabbed hold of it through the Force and sent it flying at the Jedi. The lightning continued coursing across her body, snapping violently as the Sith Lord floated to the ground. As her feet touched the dirt beneath, she grabbed the hilt of her lightsaber and ignited it's crimson blade. Flames scorched the Felucian jungle around them.

"Time to die."

Altair Damask ​

 

[Altair Damask]

The ship exploded, and he landed in a crouch several feet away, and the debris was sent his way, typical. But she made the mistake of assuming he was a Jedi, he was not. He was indeed ruthless, and hated Sith with a vengeance, but he was no Jedi. He had been, but he knew the dark side and used it, just as much as the light. He simply cast aside any debris sent his way, and without even waiting for her to speak sent the debris right back at her. when close enough he began to swing his lightsabers.

Where most would swing them together to get more force behind strikes, he swung them independently, making it difficult to defend against him with one lightsaber, which would also let him block with one and strike with the other. He was not messing around, and said nothing. No theatrics, no monologuing, no nonsense, just kill quickly and thoroughly, and make sure they’re dead. But now that she was up close, she’d see the skulls of her fellow Sith, former Sith Lords and masters, dangling from his belt.