Grendel's Revenge

[Radiwalker]

12. Grendel's Revenge
On Dathomir, Fluweob, the daughter of the former Nightsister rebel leader, Grendel, has taken up her mother's ideals and has rebelled against the Empire. Last rebellion by Grendel resulted in an Imperial Knight being sent. Now with the Sith in control, a Sith will be sent. Grendel's bloodline of traitors must be cut off.

Goal: Eliminate Nightsister rebel Fluweob
Location: Dathomir
Slots: 1-2 Sith
Slots taken:
Additional Notes: Fluweob shall be NPCed.

A mission on Dathomir. A planet Vindict had only read and heard about, yet he wasn't one of those type of people to get excited over visiting some place new. What he was concentrated on was his mission, for he wanted to rise within the ranks of the sith and make good for himself. He had earned his freedom and now he had to earn his place in society, which shouldn't be too hard.

He was dressed in a simple sith robe. His lightsabers, or rather his father's lightsabers, were hanging from his belt. His hands were crossed before his chest and his sinister eyes were gazing towards the entrance of the hanger. His body was leaning on the ramp on his ship - "Shadow". The reason he had not departed yet was that he was to have a companion, or rather, an acquaintance for this mission.

Although that didn't worry him, he was rather frustrated because of it. He, after all, was an assassin and assassins worked alone, not in pairs, not in groups. An assassin had to be silent, deadly and unnoticeable. A group, even of two, could easily be noticed. Furthermore if his companion was not as skilled at stealth and other similar skills, Vindict would never stand a chance of being undetected. Of course, they could always devise a plan, split up and use their strengths. That thought was the one keeping him calm, for he knew his brilliant mind would come up with some solution to any problem that could arise.

 

[Omnis]

Fluweob was a young woman with wild, dark hair. Her garb, part religious and mostly practical, swayed gently in the wind. A sharp breath with closed eyes brought in the sweet smell of nature. She found it more peaceful, there, up by the caves. Vast and airy as they were, they didn't hold a lot of moisture. The surrounding area was mostly woods and rolling grass. A rocky gorge ran a smooth scar down the hills, sprinting away from the caves. Her platform shifted, her feet adjusting unconsciously to keep her balance, restless. The rancor, her own, snorted. She gave a soft smile.

"There, now." Fluweob said, bending down to pat her rancor. "It will be soon. There's no need to rush."

The rancor moaned low.

Fluweob stood and stared down the long scar. Beyond, out of sight but less than a day's march, an Imperial base sat in a barren depression. Smoke poured from the base. The clangor of industry and business rang hard against the landscape like a hammer punishing the hull of a ship. Speeders and other vehicles zipped around, looking like hive insects from afar. Busy, busy. Busy spreading corruption, disease, and death. Busy oppressing Dathomir. Always oppressing the galaxy. The Imperials, in her eyes, were worse than parasites. They were pointless predators, looking to eat simply for the sake of gluttony. They would leave the carcasses of their victims to waste. Like all Witches of Dathomir, she was determined not to fall to evil. But she could not help but despise the Imperials.

It was no secret that they, along with the rest of the galaxy, simply wanted to export rancor. She would not let them go.

But that meant making a sacrifice.

Fluweob sighed deeply. It was to be the first night of the plan. She hoped her sisters fared well. She prayed for a curse to afflict the Imperials, to speed them to their graves. Sitting down cross legged, Fluweob waited for nightfall. Her rancor shifted slowly back into the cave, the darkness swallowing them both.

 

[Galisdoren]

Thamis was never late. He had risen early to make preparations for the mission he would accompanying another Sith on, clad in his custom, light weight armor, cloak wrapped around his muscled and well molded frame in the acolyte's signature display. Everything was ready, he was ready. The fight that awaited him would not be a difficult one, unless something went wrong, and he knew well enough that missions had a nasty habit of "going wrong". Bah. Only if his companion screwed up. The young assassin already had everything drawn up. He could only hope his ally would be willing to cooperate. His plan? Stealth. It was something Thamis relied on, he had trained for most of his life in the darkness, and he knew well enough how to use it, how to thrive in it. The powerful acolyte entered the hanger with a dark scowl and a piercing, cold and calculating gaze, hidden behind the eerie lenses of his cowl as they scanned the area for the one that would be his companion for the mission. What was his name again? The two had hardly gotten the time to exchange any sort of pleasantries, much less get to know each other. But he recognized the other male well enough, a human, much like himself, though seemingly not nearly as prepared as he was, dressed in a simple robe and possessive of only his lightsabers, it seemed. Thamis knew well enough not to underestimate his friends or foes, so he didn't judge. Rather, he gazed at the other's ship with an appraising light igniting his eyes. After a moment of studious examination, the acolyte turned to the Crusader with a slight bow. "Greetings, I am Thamis Galisdoren, and I'll be accompanying you on this mission." The armored man introduced.

 

[Radiwalker]

Vindict inclined his head, only slightly, greeting the acolyte. Afterwards he motioned for Thamis to follow, as he climbed aboard the ship. Walking through the hallways of the ship, Vindict extended his right hand as to slide it across one of the walls for a short while. He enjoyed such minor things as touch and sensation, they made him feel free and alive, something he could not get enough of.

He settled into the pilot's seat allowing the acolyte to take the navigator's seat. "Off to Dathomir. We know the approximate whereabouts of our target, but that does not mean we should underestimate our enemy. We shall descend into the planet's surface during night time, so we are less noticeable. I will hide my presence in the Force and will use the shadows to conceal myself from sight. You will be the bait." of course, the acolyte would have a lot more to do than that, but it was the basis of his part. "You will follow the scent of our target and draw her out and you will have to fight her on your own, until I manage to get close enough to take her down, if she sees through our plan, we'll simply fight her two on one, although that would take longer and would certainly be more tiring, so the stealth approach is advised. Any questions?"

Without actually waiting for questions to be raised, the crusader set course for Dathomir. He, of course, would answer any questions the acolyte might have, it was better to speak a few words than suffer the consequences of a poorly carried out plan of action.

The flight to Dathomir wasn't too long. Vindict mostly meditated, concentrating his energies, until finally, as they emerged out of hyperspace, he used the Force to conceal his signature. He directed the ship into the planet's atmosphere, where darkness had engulfed the skies. The ship descended into an open space in the massive forest region. Vindict gave his companion one last option to speak his mind, or raise inquiries, after which he would be off the ship and hidden within the shadows of the forest, from where he would observe the acolyte and wait for him to locate the target, of course, if the target was to locate them first, the crusader would sense her and would easily hide his physical presence, using the Force to bend light and sound around himself, thus proving the plan bulletproof, which would, undoubtedly, change the moment he sets eyes on the rancor, but that is yet to come.