Ask Suffer not the weak, the cowardly and the treacherous.

[Anai Skhess]

Becoming an inquisitor was certainly a life changing experience: Not only did it change the way you acted, your responsabilities and what people expected of you, but it also changed the way you had to think. Anai not only was taught to trust no one, but also given plenty of examples as to why she shouldn't. After all, with the intel she received as a member of the Inquisitorius the amount of sith she heard about that needed to be taken out because they betrayed the empire's trust were plenty, many became too confident about what they could do as sith, egotistical cogs in a galaxy spanning machine that could easily replace them.

...Others, however, abandoned said machine, thinking they could go on with their lives regardless of the fact that the Empire thrived by leaving no loose ends. Today's mission was about such a case: A champion that had decided to turn tail after deciding that this life was not for her, a weak survivor of the Killik fight on Korriban that couldn't handle what had to be done back then to win...A force sensitive that was currently in Junction with the intent to go to Yavin, hoping the jedi would protect her.

Of course, the planet's hangars had been locked down for this mission, the inquisitors not ones to leave any open doors for those that they were hunting, they've also received intel of her last known location: A small town in which she had taken refuge for a couple days. Chances are she was still around, so the two sith were tasked with surveying the city and hunting her down.

Wearing her inquisitor armor and going under the persona of Xander, the Kaleesh inquissitor arrived at the city, another sith champion by her side. She had never talked to the man before, but she vaguely recalled him playing alongside Altair during that shitshow of a party, she wondered what kind of sith she was dealing with, how far he would go to catch this deserter. Gathering intel of other siths for the whole inquisitorius to use was also part of her duties, after all.

@Braden

 

[Wodan]

Standing next to the Inquisitor sent a shiver of discomfort through Wodan’s spine. Although he was not a traitor he had held negative thoughts towards the Empire’s way of handling things, perhaps treasonness if spoken aloud, now he was standing next to one of those who dealt with treason with the edge of the blade. It was also Ironic how he was helping said Inquisitor hunt down, capture and possibly kill someone who had just voiced the same comments he had in his head.

His nerves could be visibly seen as Wodan fidgeted with the blaster in the shoulder holster, clipping and unclipping the safety strap as the shuttle descended from the sky towards the target city. A bump followed by the telltale hiss of hydraulics signalled their arrival, the Firrerrian following the armour-clad Inquisitor off the ship. Unlike Xander, he wore a more simple outfit, of blast-vest and greeves covered with a heavy coat allowing him to go a little more undetected in the city. Although standing next to the mighty red creature he doubted he could stand out any more if he tried.

“Do we have any intel on the woman’s exact whereabouts, Inquisitor?” Once that was answered Wodan would follow up with another question. “Do we also know anything about her threat level?” She was a Champion, so he was confident that working together they could take her down. His concern was if they were one on one, Champion was a wide ranging title, from Acolyte’s who had got on their knees for the right person, to victors of a hundred battles who didn’t get on their knees for the same person. The fact two of them had been sent signalled it was closer to the later than the former.

@Versok

 

[Anai Skhess]

The inquisitor did notice the nervousness of the sith champion, yellow eyes behind her mask fixated on the man while they were in the shuttle "Tell me, champion Ása-Liðar, have you ever taken the life of another sith?" Xander asked, hands grasped together while formulating that question, her voice heavily changed by the mask she was wearing "Doesn't matter if they were traitors, deserters or simply rivals, have you killed one of our own in the past?" She added, only nodding in response to whatever he would as an answer regardless of what was said, simply taking a mental note of it.

"She was last seen spending the night in an small inn inside this city, our first objective is to search for her there, if we don't find her we shall get the information out of the owner and patrons" The inquisitor explained as they walked, the red armor sticking out like a sore thumb...But with a member of the Inquisitorius around, every single person that came across them would follow their orders and commands to a t. "Regardless, the ISB and local imperial forces are going to aid us in our search. If we don't find her, they will tell us where to go to get the job done." No one escaped the eternal eye of the Empire, not for long.

"Target is a survivor of the Killik attack on Korriban" Xander explained, showing Wodan an holoimage of the target in question: A Mirialan woman with yellow skin and blue eyes "She was isolated, not able to join the counter attack forces, but she managed to stay alive regardless. Target must be slippery, skilled and a bit lucky...A survivor"

@Braden

 

[Wodan]

Even behind the mask Wodan could tell the Inquisitor’s eyes were locked on the Firrerrian, not flinching as she asked her questions. “No, I am more used to fighting outsiders than our fellow Sith.” He replied, if he was one hundred percent honest he had killed one fellow Acolyte, but it had been a mercy killing for she was under the influence of the Killik menace. At least at that moment he did not feel conflicted about the killing of this woman, she was an unknown person to him, he had no ties to her apart from the fact she swung a red blade like him. So at least for now, he had no issue with killing the woman.

“Understood Inquisitor.” He replied to the mission brief, it was similar to other tasks he had carried out in the past, hunting down enemies of the state. This was just internal instead of external.

Survivor of Korriban meant nothing, Wodan was a survivor of that horrid battle and he had done nothing apart from follow around two others and look through a woman’s bedroom, nothing glamorous or worthy of the acclaim which surrounded the battle. “And her crime?” He asked, as the shuttle sat down on the pad.

@Versok