Removing the Disruptions

[Rev]

Now aboard the ship Avare' looked over at his Apprentice, Lupercal Torgaddon. Placing his hands on the yoke he took in a deep breath, letting the darkness that was Korriban fill his very being. Looking out the portside window at the Valley of the Dark Lords they would only return after their mission was accomplished. As the thrusters lifted the ship into the air a sense of ease rushed over the Sith Knight known as Avare' Trucido, a rushing calmness that was filled with an internal hurricane that was rage. If anything should get in the way of their mission, they would surely die, they would surely fall to the hands of either himself or the Acolyte at his side, his greatest Apprentice...

 

[Korps]

Lupercal stood silently behind his master, his thick arms crossed over his chest, his dark gaze focused somewhere in the distance. He had adorned the black robes traditional to a Sith Acolyte, his lightsaber resting at his waist, under the loose cloak he wore around himself.

His thoughts were nowhere near his master or his attire, though, he was lost in thought of what was to come, and of what would be called of him. He found himself wondering many things, from the minute, such as what Tatooine would be like, to the important, such as how he would get to his target. He wondered if they would go in under guise, or march with the full authority of their order. He wondered if any Jedi would be present, or if any Dark Jedi would oppose them.

Shaking his head to clear his min, Lupercal turned from his master and found a place of a quiet farther into the ship. There he knelt and closed his eyes and brought the Force to him. He sought it hungrily, and let it feed him, taking as much of the dark powers of Korriban with him. He let his mind open to it, let it flow through his feelings and passions. He let himself become part of it, and felt it's immeasurable power strengthen him.

Quietly he whispered the Code of the Sith to himself, and knew he would not fail. Failure was for the weak, not the Sith.

 

[Rev]

Giving the yoke a soft tug the ship lifted thanks to the thrusters. Airborn now and in a float he adjusted the ship towards the sky, towards the atmosphere. Hitting the rear thrusters the ship shot towards the pink sky, cutting through the clouds as if they were nothing. As the atmosphere took affect the ship rumbled, a constant pressure being applied to the ship as it attempted to rip through the atmosphere, a feat that would soon be accomplished. The rumbling would suddenly come to a hault, complete silence and lack of motion is all that could be felt. Typing in the coordinates for the Tattooine sector the ship's navi-computer prepped the codes. Meanwhile Avare' sat back and relaxed, sensing the ease his Apprentice felt, he would easily surpass this mission and become something great. Crossing his arms as he waited the ship finally chimed out, the navi-computer getting the correct codes. Pushing the hyperspace throttle forward the hyperdrive hummed to life, pushing them into another dimension. The white speckles turned to lines that would soon turn into a tunnel. Looking at the never ending tube around them Avare' closed his eyes, falling into a light meditation of his own, their destination would soon be reached, and his Apprentice would then show his worth..

 

[Korps]

Lupercal found himself standing, staring out the window as the ship slowed, a small, yellow-brown ball in the distance that he knew was Tatooine. He had never seen it, nor had he ever heard it spoken, let alone described, but there it was, and he had no doubts. He felt a myriad of feelings from the planet, hate, love, deceit, honesty, kindness, and even cruelty. It seemed to have so many flavours, so many different feelings, unlike Korriban and it's black soul.

He wondered what it would be like, the desert of Tattoine. He wondered of many idle things, but they all came to settle at rest on the most important: his mission. As the planet grew closer, Lupercal turned away from it, facing his master. "Tell me of my mission, master."

 

[Rev]

As the ship began to break through the atmosphere of the barren wasteland known as Tattooine he would turn and speak to his Apprentice.

"We will be in Mos Espa... the largest city found on this rechid, pathetic planet. Here there is a man known as Fi'rre, a Twi'lek of high stature. He is a thug, a simple crime lord and lacks knowledge my Apprentice..."

Comming to the starport he lowered the ship slowly into port 3-C. As the landing pads came in contact with the sand no thud was felt. They simply sank into the loose terrain. Looking out the window ports he could see the diversity of the people, something that sickened him.

"though what he lacks in intelligence he gains in numbers... brute force from his thugs. His estate is on the outskirts, and it just so happens he has been pushing the politicians in our favor on Tattooine. You must kill this Fi'rre... with his death Tattooine will surely be ours in the future."

Hitting the loading ramp switch the winding sound of it lowering then the cussion as it hit sand was felt. He hated this damned planet, the sand seemed to get everywhere...

 

[Korps]

Lupercal strode down the ramp as it lowered, his black hood up to shield his eyes from the glare of the suns. He wore loose, flowing black robes, partially to hide his nature from those around him, but as much to hide his skin from the punishing brightness.

A young man moved to talk to him as he walked away from the ship, but with a small wave of Lupercal's hand the man found something more important to do, forgetting completely the imposing black figure.

Turning into the busy streets, the Sith Acolyte walked quickly, his eyes sweeping the crowds around him, his powers skimming those around him in search of any clues to his prey. His master had not said where he would be found, and Lupercal knew better than to ask, he knew this was a mission for himself alone. Yet the people around him sickened him. Their minds were clouded with pathetic whining and griping, of what to eat and how who treated who last night at the cantina. Bickering and complaining, it was hard for him not to simply take what he sought by force.

But this was a world the Sith wanted, and one where such displays of brutality would earn him no reward. The Dark Side was as much about trickery, deception, and guile as it was about limitless power. So he held him tongue and stayed his hand.

He saw in the crowds more than one group of thugs and brutes, and more than a couple rogues and vagabonds, but he knew better than to assume they all belonged to Fi'rre. This world was crawling with such individuals, and Lupercal had to sort them through.

Turning into a shadowed alley between two junk shops, Lupercal watched impassively and unmoving as the people shifted before him, ebbing and flowing like an ocean. He could feel them, a mass of individuals, each unique and inseperable form the horde.

Twirling with an idea, Lupercal stalked the alley until he happened upon a bum. An old woman, clothed in thin, flowing rags, she slept through the heat of the day in the shade of a decrepit speeder that rested on it's side in the sand. Kneeling over her he held out his hand and closed his eyes. He could feel her dreaming, a strange dream of banthas chasing her as a child through the streets she now slept in. A memory perhaps, or maybe a deeply rooted nightmare, she exuded fear, and this helped fuel Lupercal's needs.

He forced into her mind an image, that he had gleaned from his master's own thoughts, the image of a twi'lek, of sneering Fi'rre. He planted into her a desire, a need to find him. Lupercal let her own mind decide why, but he forced her to need him.

The intrusion into her mind forced her from her slumber, and she cried own, rolling away from Lupercal and stumbling to her feet. But yet she ignored him as if he was not even there, and began to half-run, half-limp away from him, towards the streets behind her makeshift home. Rising like a wraith, Lupercal said nothing, but followed her silently into the crowds. He formed a single, coherent thought: I am getting close, my master...

 

[Rev]

Waiting for some time on the ship before taking a step off he looked around slowly. Lupercal must've taken care of the port authorities, good, he didn't want to deal with the foolish power enstilled authority. Looking to the blue sky his eyes fell to the multiple suns that would cause the nastiest of burns if the flesh was not properly covered. Letting out a slow breath he regretted the Sith's choice of black, though it was mandatory and he would not push aside the ways of the Sith and simply embrace the pain it would bring him....

Then something called to him, his apprentice, he was getting close by the words that would sink into Avare's mind. Giving a nod to Lupercal as if he were at his side he simply walked out of the starport and looked around at the littered streets. He had to admit it was an occasion to be off of Korriban, though it would be much better should it be a planet that had more of a purpose, Coruscant for instance. Slowly pacing through the populated street his eyes searched for any sign of Fi'rre, should he come in contact with the thug he himself would kill him only to get the two off the planet faster. Chances are this man would not be found wandering the streets though, he was no fool. Instead Avare' followed his apprentice's Force signature. Lupercal would do his job, Avare' was sure of this, and when his apprentice needed assistance then, and only then would Avare' show himself...

 

[Korps]

The woman fled through the streets, muttering Fi'rre's name over and over, pushing through crowds and couples, her eyes ever snanning the sea of people. Behind her stalked Lupercal, silent and unseen, he glided through the crowds like a shadow, following his victim. She led him through streets and alleys, until she came to a small building which was guarded by two intimidating looking humans, and a very unhappy looking trandoshan. She threw herself at them, begging and pleading, but before she touched one there was a shot, and she fell dead, a blaster shot through her neck. The guards didn't even blink, but one of the humans took the bum's body by the legs and dragged her away, out of site.

Lupercal stood in the shadow of another building, watching impassively. He watched as the guards talked and constantly looked around for any threat to their charge. They did not see the Sith Acolyte, because he did not wish to be seen. Lightly he scanned the surface of their thoughts, and knew well enough that this was the place of business for Fi'rre.

Bowing his head, Lupercal strode to the guards, allowing them to see him. He felt their blasters on him before they shouted their warning, "Stop right there!"

Lupercal did as he was told, stopping in place. The trandoshan stalked forward, hissing in his native tongue. Lupercal knew that he was trying to intimidate the Acolyte, but he felt no reason to fear this one, he was just another mercenary, another pathetic wretch too worthless to even attempt to justify his own existance. He kept his blaster aimed at Lupercal, while his clawed hand searched him. His claws passed right over the lightsaber, but in his mind he registered nothing, for Lupercal preferred to stay armed.

Nodding to the humans, the trandoshan stepped back, and Lupercal was beconned inside. He was led by the larger of the two humans, a savage looking man bedecked in chains and barbed wire. He growled rather than spoke, and never let his weapon deviate from his target.

Before long Lupercal was led into a large room, where a trio of twi'lek girls danced slowly to a soft song. There were more than half a dozen other mercenaries in the room, mostly human or twi'lek, and at the far wall was a chair, upon which sat another twi'lek, his clothes gaudy, his manner arrogant. He seemed to chafe at this interruption, and with an angry wave of his hand, the girls ceased their dances, bowed, and left. Lupercal could feel his sense of power, of command. He could feel this man's lust for control and domination. Admirable, but he was far too weak.

"What do you want?" Fi'rre demanded.

Lupercal looked up, meeting the gaze of the crime lord. He drew back his hood, and let his bald head and dark eyes pierce into his prey. Fi'rre did not react, a mark of note, as Lupercal could feel full well that he could sense the malice and evil of the Sith Acolyte. He said nothing, just looking deep into Fi'rre's eyes, making him nervous.

"Who are you?" the twi'lek demanded, and more than a few mercenaries took the tone of his voice seriously and moved to more tactical positions. In fact, the only ones who did not have their hands on their weapons where Fi'rre and Lupercal himself.

Lupercal waited still longer before he spoke, and when he did it was slow and deep, powerful and filled with menace, "I have come on the behest of my Sith master," he said simply.

Fi'rre shifted uncomfortably. The mercenaries began to slwly draw their weapons.

Lupercal continued after a moment, "You have been causing us... complications. I was sent to resolve them."

Fi'rre rose to his feet, his hands resting on his own blades now. He spoke angrily, "I don't care how many 'complications' I've caused you. This is my world, my empire, and I don't give a bantha's pile about your 'master'. Shove off, or I'll show you how I got this powerful..."

Lupercal's lips peeled back in a feral smile. "You want to see power?"

Fi'rre took a step back, and he motioned with his hand. Instantly, every blaster in the room was trained on Lupercal. "Your fancy powers won't save you from me, Sith. So I'll give you the choice, die quickly, or let me have my fun."

Lupercal's cloak had almost come to rest on the ground before the first shots rang out.

Dropping to the floor, Lupercal let the tension and fear of his enemies serve him. He soothed their panic, let it grip them, and of the first volley, the only ones hit were their own.

His crimson saber lit in his hand, Lupercal twisted and turned, his blade flashing in tight, unending circles and parries, twirling and arcing. Each shot at him bounced away, most to harmlessly blacken the room, but a few arced into flesh. It was not long before none but Fi'rre, who had taken to hiding behind his chair, and Lupercal, stood unharmed.

Taking advantage of the lull in the fighting, the Sith Acolyte leapt into the air, landing between two of the injured mercs. His blade flashed out in a pair of arcs, and both men fell, dead, to the floor, their heads rolling away. Flicking his wrist, the remaining guards lost their weapons, the blasters flying through the air to land at Lupercal's feet. A quick slash, and they were no longer of any use.

Stalking slowly to his prey, Lupercal let Fi'rre rise from beneath his chair, and hold his twin vibroblades before him. He held them expertly, but his face showed fear. "Alright! Alright! Just tell me what you want me to do!" he pleaded. Lupercal stopped and stood silently. Hoping he had gained a reprieve, Fi'rre tossed down his blades and raised his empty hands. "Anything you want, just let me live."

Lupercal saw the dart of eyes, but he felt the motion long before that. Before one could blink the red sabre was held upright behind his back, and the blaster shot bounced harmlessly away. Turning and slashing out, the crimson blade carved through the chest of the man, and he dropped without a sound. Using his momentum, Lupercal leapt up, letting the motion of his spin continue. His lightsaber arced down , and Fi'rre, who had bent low to grab his weapons, had time only to widen his eyes, before the blade slashed through his neck.

Rising like a spectre, Lupercal looked at the bodies around him, and turned to see the twi'lek dancers still standing, their mouths agape in horror.

They had time to scream before they died.

 

[Rev]

Avare' would approach this estate with little caution, only moments before Lupercal had entered, and there was bound to be some commotion comming soon. Stopping in his tracks nearly 50 yards from the walled mansion it was then that the human called out to him just as he had Lupercal.

"Stop right there!"

The guard was almost shocked as Avare' had stopped before he was commanded, odd that a new face would know the rules of Fi'rre's own sector without ever being there. Cautionary he motioned for the Trandoshan to move in. Hearing the lizard's words brought a smirk to the Sith Knight's face, he was not muttering in intimidation at all, but anger. It was he who was always sent to search the victim of their stoppage, and they simpl sat back and watched in pleasure. Turning his head he looked at the green lizard with darting red eyes before his hand quickly reached to his hip. Just as the lizard was prodding at Avare's back the blade would hiss to life and turn on the creature policing him at that moment. Cutting upwards it was then that the scaled flesh peeled and gutted the creature up the center of his being. Screaming in pain it fell to the sandy ground in shock, simply holding its pouring guts in place, trying to extend his now short life.

It was then that the blasters began to ring out within the house, this gave Avare' the knowledge that Lupercal had found his victim, good. The guards outside however were in awe, they were in a complete state of confusion by now. Unsure to turn around and head back to their boss, or protect their station they took a step back in unison. Looking at eachother they each nodded and their blasters opened up on the Sith Knight, a foolish mistake, but either decision made by them would result in death.

Walking towards the two his blade simply swayed back and forth much like a door on a hinge. Their aim had no randomness to it, always a specific pattern, though if one hit it would be a deadly kill shot. Each shot that rang drew the Sith closer and closer to the pathetic mercenaries that would too late begin to back up. The first struck by his own blast ricocheted by the blademaster's block. A direct hit to the face the man wailed out in pain before falling into a heap and clutching his charred and burnt flesh. The second man simply stopped firing and made an attempt to flee, though it was too late. Throwing the blade sidearm it spun 540 degrees before striking his target in the center of the back, where it sheathed itself. Approaching the limp body he reached to hilt and gave it a simply tug and the red blade slid from its fleshly resting place.

"...scum..."

Taking a step towards the entrance it was then that he heard the cries of female twi'leks, their pleas to extend their life were quickly haulted by the distant sound of slashing from a blade. His apprentice had accomplished his mission, and Avare' would wait at the front entrace, to both commend and congratulate his Apprentice...

 

[Korps]

From the shadows of the building's halls came the towering form of Lupercal Torgaddon, embraced of darkness, beloved of shadow, Acolyte of the Dark Side of the Force. He wore the long, spectral shadows like a cloak, seeming to follow him as he walked, full of purpose and power, his face impassive. He strode into the harsh light of Tatooine and stopped in the glare of the twin suns. He turned his gaze to meet that of his master, and after a moment of silence, simply nodded.

 

[Rev]

"...Good work my Apprentice..."

Smiling from under the hood he turned on his heels, digging into the loosely packed sand at his feet. Looking down at the yellow terrain that seemed to have lacked water for centuries if not milleniums, he took a handful of it. Letting it run out of his hand like a waterfall back to its place. Looking up to the sky his hood opened just enough for his pale skinned face to feel the burn of the two hot suns, a pain he would soon forget.

"Fi'rre has been taken care of then?"

Looking over his shoulder at his Apprentice he took a step back towards the starport, their next destination would be not far off, though more important than their current location. A surprise for his pupil, and a pleasure for himself...

 

[Korps]

Pulling his black hood up over his dark eyes, Lupercal turned and fell into step beside his master, his face impassive. "As you have commanded, master."

 

[Rev]

Making his way back to the Sith starship Avare' simply boarded and took his seat in the pilots chair. The dock officials were making their way towards them, probably wanting them to leave, it was less hastle to get out, a hastle he didn't wish to spend the time on. If it werent for them to leave, it would surely be thoughts of their commotion being their doing, and they would want them to stay longer. Looking to his Apprentice he hit the thrusters and simply began the take-off procedure, lifting slowly into the air. Aiming skyward the ship would soon break atmosphere and be in the gravity deprived space...