Darth Caecus
Once again, to War
Hyperspace
An hour after leaving Kol Huro
Make them bleed.
Kith sat on the edge of the bunk. Leaning over, elbows on her knees, she slowly drew the stone across the edge of the blade. Slick. Slick. Slick. There was no hurry to her motions, no indication of what was going on behind those stormy eyes. Just the evenness of expression she usually exhibited. Her actions were calm, methodical, and occasionally, she would inspect the blade before returning to her work.
The blade itself was entirely ordinary. It had not been imbued with sith sorcery, had not been created through alchemy. About as long as her forearm and slightly curved, it was simple and elegant. On the bed beside her was its mate, soon to be attended to.
She had given Luca their heading. Kol Huro was deep in Imperial territory, but it was a straight line to where she had told him to go.
Felucia. The closest Silver Jedi world as the mynock flies.
Make them bleed.
The Dark Lord had not specified how. So Kith chose the swiftest path. The one that would lead to fulfilling that order as quickly as possible. Not because she wanted to get it over with, no. But because until she did it existed as an itch just on the inside of her skin. She couldn't touch it, couldn't ease it in any way other than to do it. It was a need, as surely as food or sleep were...
And soon she would realize that it was in truth a higher category than even those.
She didn't look up when she felt Luca darken the doorway. She just kept herself to her chore.
"How long until we reach Felucia?"
[member="Luca Thorne"]