Ancient History

[Rasputin]

@Jade the Protector
The trail left behind by his shattered mind led Shadow Hand to Corellia, the shipping capital of the Republic. Thus, things on the world moved quickly and efficiently. It was full of life, yet lifeless. In that regard, it was much like the Shadow Hand, though he failed to see it. He would've admired the planet, but it lacked one fundamental element in his view; it lacked the touch of the Dark Side. Because of that, this world was truly empty to him. Perhaps it may one day see the darkness, he would muse, but today wasn't the day. He wasn't here for the future, but rather the past.

He sought to learn about the Viden Corporation, the entity which fathered his current host. His memory was fracturated, however. He could visualize the facility, but vaguely, and he had long since forgotten how to reach it. Fortunately for him, there was someone capable of giving him that information. An ally of Shadow Hand, Bult Mota, informed him of a scrap dealer who knew every inch of the industrial sector, including the abandoned sector. Shadow Hand was going to meet him.

As he walked along the spaceport, the hooded Sith caught stares from workers and bystanders alike, but little else. Most of them had never see a Sith Lord before. To them, he was just a strange alien, not unlike the millions that do business on Coronet City daily.

He eventually reached a stand with junk that covered it almost like chandeliers. Through the junk, though, the Sith could see a small lizard like creature, sound asleep. It was a wonder the authorities hadn't tossed him out, though the port didn't seem to be high-class. It was in the shipping sector after all. Still, it didn't seem he was getting good business.

"You are the one called Andreas?" Shadow Hand's modulated voice scratched out. The Patrolian jumped out of his seat, looking around. He pushed the junk away like curtains, revealing himself to the Sith.

"Huh? What? Yeah, what's it to ya, bud?"

"I am seeking information pertaining to an abandoned outpost of the Viden Corporation. I was told you possess said information."

The Patrolian quickly looked around, as if expecting something. "Yeah, well, eh...information's a commodity, bud. And commodities cost credits. Five hundred up front."

"I am prepared to offer you a portion of the spoils of what we recover."

"I've already taken what I could from that dump. No deal." The alien turned his back to Shadow Hand and began fiddling his powerwrench with a podracer engine of some sort.

"I will receive the information I came for. Your consent or there lack of changes little."

Turning back to face Shadow Hand, the alien prepped his wrench in the event of a showdown, and cautiously asked, "What are you on about?"

With the extension of his hand, Shadow Hand unleashed a vicious mind probe which, due to being very unrefined, started to pillage the Patrolian's mind for information. The Patrolian grasped his head, crying out, but he could do nothing. By the time Shadow Hand had finished his sweep, the alien was completely brain dead, slumped over the counter of his stand and his wrench on the floor with a loud CLANK.

Shadow Hand was gone before the authorities discovered Andreas in his state. Unable to explain the circumstances behind his death, they called on a Jedi in the area for their diagnosis.