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Awaiting a point in the growing conflict where he felt the need to participate, Vetas nonetheless sat in meditation as the battle between Darth Ragnorik's forces and the Tusken Raiders commenced into a full-fledged slaughter. The waves of pain and death emanating from the clashing armies only feeding his deep, brooding focus as his perceptions spread outward. Even from within the hull of the transport, currently lilting lazily around the area just around the encroaching battle, the feeling was exhilarating. Suddenly, a brief flicker of force energy, wholly separate from the battle itself, caught his attention for a mere moment. Then, over his com-link he heard a panicked tone of voice "Man down, avalanche, South side canyon, requesting med-evac!" At the reception of this signal, Vetas saw his opportunity to do his duty to the Brotherhood and signaled the pilot, setting the transport en route for the source of the distress signal. After a brief flight, Vetas now found himself soaring over the canyon Tycho had launched his ambush from. The shuttle, however, elected to go to the outside of the canyon to the flat sands of the dune sea. By now, Vetas could easily sense the Jedi below and as the troopers began to harness themselves in to descend, he extended an arm to halt them "No. I shall handle this." The troopers paused, seemingly conflicted for a brief moment before they hesitantly answered "A-As you wish my lord."
Barely having listened to the troopers, Vetas then jumped from the transport to the ground below. Using the Force to cushion his fall telekinetic-ally. Though he could not see the Jedi, this would be only moments after Tycho began ransacking their speeders. Vetas sighed, feeling his second full-length lightsaber, his shorter variant, and his three EMP grenades were all firmly in place in the folds of his cloak he then nodded and began to walk into the canyon. However, he did not do so passively. No. Instead, Vetas reached out with the Force, sensing for the Jedi as he slowly, calmly strode forward. The vast bulk of his focus on his use of the Force in this instance, and proceeded to launch a telepathic assault on Tycho. Admittedly, Vetas was no master of the art but he was skilled, and Tycho, if he could properly focus his senses through the assault on his mind, would easily be able to pick out the beacon of Dark Side energy Vetas would become by doing this. As Vetas launched his mental assault, a deafening screech of agony would assail his senses. Cold, rasping words as if spoken by death themselves would echo and reverberate at the edge of Tycho's senses as a weight would attempt to settle over and fog his mind. As if a Gundark had gripped his skull and was attempting to crushit between it's hands. The words alternating between a cold, insane whisper and nails on a chalkboard as it spoke. 'Death comes for you... JEDI. Flee while you can, pray to the Force for mercyyyyy! For you will find none here!' Keeping just a tiny bit of focus on his actual perceptions, Vetas still could not see the Jedi in question, but could sense he was getting closer, and after a few short twists in the canyon, Tycho would come into view.