Khantor Ruu
Senator of Shili
Coruscant
The Works
The Works
"It shall be done my Lord." Ultionis said, closing the holo-communicator and with it the small blue image of the hooded Voss Sith. It wasn't every day that an apprentice of the One Sith received a call from their mysterious leader, so the young Togruta knew that this mission was one of utmost importance, one that man might even enjoy. Nazari you fool, I wouldn't have expected this from you, he thought, irritated at the stupidity of the one whom he had at one point, held so much respect for.Standing on the balcony of the abandoned factory that the Sith had grown to know so well, he looked out at the distant chaos of the corporate sector of Coruscant. Speeder traffic could just be made out as dark dots as the systems sun began it's descent behind the towering buildings that stood out among the flat area of the Works. He could already make out the dome that was the Sneate building, a massive structure that sat above even the most giant of skyscrapers. It was there that his Master, Darth Nazari, had doomed himself, and for that very reason he had to be punished.
Ambassador Trahofta, one of the new rising stars in the Senate, had begun to make plans that would ultimately halt the One Sith's goal of conquering the Republic and the Jedi, something that they couldn't allow to occur. An assassination had been ordered, with Nazari the one to deal the killing blow. Ultionis had to spend days learning about him, analysing his schedule so to pinpoint the exact moment upon hence to strike. However the Sith Lord had not expected the Jedi bodyguards, and was quickly outnumbered, if not for his own intervention his Master would have revealed his true identity, a disastrous rule might have been broken, spelling doom for the secret organisation. Now with the threat averted it was time for punishment to be dealt, one that would benefit the apprentice but not the Master.
Pulling the hood over his red and white montrals, Ultionis waited for the arrival of his wounded Master, wrapping himself in the surrounding shadows. His eyes hovered over an approaching speeder, quickly pushing down the adrenaline he felt begin it's course through his body. The reign of Darth Nazari, the Hand of the Dark Lord, was about to come to an end.
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