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Sulfanar Village,Mimban. Local Time: 1924
Nightfall was even more terrifying in the depths of forest lands, surrounded by darkened swamps and the mythical flora to keep one company. The viral outbreak had already forced many lives to succumb, death and misery running rampant through the collective network of villages. It was a saddening and remorseful sight, though for the unforgiving opportunist, it was also a chance to carry out the Force's evil will.
The adept legionnaire moved silently with predatory grace through the void of darkness, concealing his armored form with utilization of Force Cloak techniques. He appeared nothing more than a blurred apparition, inducing a few startling glares by those unlucky enough to be caught in his gaze. Before a victim could scream, his hand engulfed around their throat and mouth, inducing the power of Force Drain for those connecting to the divinity. A swirling red mist soon overtook the body and merely accelerated the natural demise that the viral attack had induced. Their force energies however, would be siphoned directly, barreling back into Roman to satisfy an unnatural hunger.
He dropped the now corpse on the ground, moving towards the edge of the village periphery. Copper yellow eyes scanned at the setting before him, wisely selecting his targets for ease of murder. The humming noise of his lightsaber would only be for a second along with the casting of its crimson shadow, until of course the deed was done. There would be no work for medics this day, the Reaper had already beat them to their task.
It was the will of the force, these feeble bodies even if they survived would offer no sense of relief or benefit to the galaxy. No, their deaths would merely fuel his sinister agenda.
@Nightfall