Eadu was every bit the dank shitstain Nicolae had heard it was. Clusters of dense thunderstorms tore across the planet's stratosphere, wreathing it in shadows broken only by the occasional flash of lightning. Yet even in the storm's harsh lashes, he didn't flinch. He stared down at the little bunker dug into the side of the cliff, wind whipping his robes up behind him. His targets were in there. He could feel their fear. They knew retribution was coming.
No survivors.
Those had been Darth Stolas' orders. After, the Sith attending the ball had gone to do just that. But while they were on more well-known rat's nests for the cult of Darth Malicia, Nicolae had located a more well-hidden infestation. Malicia's cult had hidden here, thinking they had escaped the Order's radar. Ironically, they thought to hide from the worst of the storm from within a storm, not knowing that the true storm was coming.
Nicolae shrugged out of his robes, down to just his tunic, and leaped, letting the Force guide his fall. He landed with a wet thunk in the mud, and the outside lookouts jerked their gazes in his direction. With a flourish of his wrists, he summoned the planet's natural darkness. His powers thrived here. Under the wrath of Eadu's storms, his magic was virtually limitless. He smothered the fools in shadows, until they could not even make out their own hands in front of their faces. Until their knuckles were white with fear around the stocks of their guns.
"Let the games begin," he said.
One fired and missed terribly. Inside his black curtain, it was nearly impossible get off an accurate shot. He waited just long enough, until the fear was eating them alive. Then a crimson blade lanced out of the darkness and set their minds at peace. As their bodies crumpled, his shadows swirled away, clumping around the outside cameras that would allow those inside to predict his next moves.
None of that, he thought, and plunged inside. @Feng Mian