This hunt for Trys Aran was literally going to kill him. She always slipped past Sith grasps, just barely out of reach. Her place had been torched, and the Eternal declared a manhunt for her. Even then, no one managed to nab her. Though he wasn’t as trained as other Sith, he knew this task alone could elevate him considerably in the Eternal’s eyes.
Age didn’t matter within the Sith - they were driven by merit and accomplishments. Bringing the head of Trys Aran would shoot him directly into the inner circle regardless of where his training was.
Unfortunately, he severely overestimated his abilities. After a wild encounter with Sector Rangers, he found himself in an empty apartment that was marked for demolition. He had moved past the caution tapes and snuck in through a broken window.
Graffiti lined the walls inside and out, suggesting that this was sometimes a hangout spot. However, no one was here now, and it offered Emryc a bit of reprieve. He collapsed on the floor against the wall, exhaling slowly as he looked down at the blaster wound on his shoulder. It throbbed and pulsed angrily, and he could smell his singed flesh.
It was pitch black outside, a small drizzle beginning before a full thunderstorm would break out. He only hoped that this abandoned building would remain that way. He was in no condition to make a run for it if the Rangers came here.
@Mr. Teatime