Where The Shadows Go

[Darth Eversor]

- Ilum -​

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Through the frigid land, a shadow walks.

Beaten, tired.

The wind howling in protest at the being's very presence.

The voices of the innocent, the cacophony of bombs and cities being violated filled Beleth's ears.

He wanted it to end, he wanted to find a way to deafen the guilt.

In this place, in this realm of supposed sanctuary, was where shadows like him fled to be free.

Was it a lie? Only the blinding white of ice and snow clouded the former Sith's vision.

The cold was eating away at him, the beckoning of death's lure inviting him to plunge into the abyss along with his victims.

They did not deserve their deaths, Beleth's wrath.

But he could not be sorry now...

He must press on.

 

[Théodred Heavenshield]

Atop the wall of the Keep of the Iron Pantheon stood a lone figure. The high wind assaulted the walls spearing ice into them which clung thick to the stone surface, the bit of the cold nipped his cheeks regardless of hood of his cloak pulled up around his head. The weather on Illum is not kind today, nor the sun, although shrouded behind the grey of the clouds, cause a white out. Everyone else was inside the walls only the patrol was out in the elements and they were set to return soon enough. This was the only place Theo could find solace away from his desk and the mounting paper work weighting it down.

A calling pulled his gaze downward to the ice fields before the Pantheon, a speck of grey dotted the landscape barely visible to the naked eye. Reaching under his cloak, Theo retrieved his binoculars zoomed in on the moving figure, he adjusted the view pulling in the zoom to find a man stumbling through the ice and snow. It was not a member of the patrol, they are kitted out in white and by the looks of him he would struggle to make to gate. The shadow of Death was close at hand ..

"Ready a transport!", Theo bellowed over the wall of the Keep into the courtyard below and turned to run down the staircase from the wall. As Theo entered the courtyard, the gate slowly opened creaking loudly on the hinges. "My Lord Praetor, the storm .. it is too dangerous ... ", a man of the Legion warned him who stood beside the transport. The sharp look in Theo's eyes was enough to silence the man before he got in and pushed the transport to full capacity out the gate and across the ice field. By the will of the force he hoped to get to the man before Death did.

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[member="Beleth"]​

 

[Darth Eversor]

Just as the howling winds were to rip away Beleth's very soul with all their might, something came into view. At first, it appeared only as a gray blur against the harsh, relentless white. But then it became clear that this formless mass was barreling towards the former Sith himself - a transport of some kind. Someone had obviously been watching, and now deemed it necessary to possibly send a rescue.

But trust wasn't something that was held within Beleth's heart, for himself nor any sentient being. Despite his exhausted state, the Sith defector readied the hilt of his lightsaber. If this was about to turn into a skirmish, he wanted to at least die fighting.

The armored, leather clad warrior always had an affinity for combat. The taste of blood having tinged his tongue many-a conflict, the flesh of hundreds - if not thousands of innocents scorched by the very crimson laying dormant within his hilt.

Hope was a foreign concept, but it was not to be excluded outright.

Could a thing like Beleth even have hope? Only time would tell.

[member="Théodred Heavenshield"]

 

[Théodred Heavenshield]

Although the scanners had picked up the figure in the snow, Theo allowed the force to guide him as the transport kicked up a shower of snow in it's wake and even if the figure was out of the line of sight, a presence in the force that was strong pulled him to bank right and ride over a large ice dune. Much caution was required when traversing these ice fields, many a time the patrol had discovered new fissure in the surface opening up large deep crevasses that appeared out of nowhere. They are dangerous for most the part they are hidden beneath a film of ice and snow.

The white out forced Theo to lower his goggles to cut the glare but stumbling toward him was what appeared to be a man. It did not take much longer for Theo to reach him and pulling up the transport alongside him, he noticed the man reaching for what would be his saber hilt. Natural reaction enough, Theo could be anyone that might pose a threat to him .. he would do the same in the given circumstances, if they were reversed. With deliberate movement, Theo existed the transport with his hands visible to the man, nothing in them, "Ill prepared for pleasant stroll in the snow, my friend", he began hoping to lighten the man's mind.

"Theo Heavenshield of the Iron Legion at your service", he added promptly but did not make a move, if this man was a threat to him or the Legion, Theo was prepared for any action required.

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[member="Beleth"]​