Most Tarisians couldn't give a fuck less about things that happened to the poors out in the wastelands. Forever content to peer down at them from their looming skyscrapers in the upper cities, it was rare that the problems of the less fortunate even made windfall to anyone beyond their own small communities. So for the Tarisian nobles to request a Sith presence to investigate some rather gruesome crimes committed far from their homes really pressed the fact that things were very, very bad.
Aadya assumed she'd been conscripted for this mission because of her experience with the Killiks, but she really didn't know. All she'd been told were the very basics: People were going missing with seemingly no evidence left behind, only to return later and slaughter whoever they could get their hands on... always with chainswords. When and if they were apprehended, they had hallmark signs of Joining and offered no explanation of their actions even under duress or "light" torture.
With only this bare skeleton of information, Aadya and two other Sith had been dispatched out to the Tarisian wasteland, to a little community called Saxet to investigate. Aadya had met one of them before, the Sith Master Draugr but she was unfamiliar with their third wheel, some girl named Anzijj.
Despite being on the same shuttle as her compatriots, Aadya had spent most of her time locked away in her personal quarters. She had been in a bad mood for nearly a week now, and getting to know new people wasn't exactly her idea of a remedy to that.
The ship would touch down on a solitary landing pad that had seen better days. No one would be there to greet them except a rusted out old protocol droid whose every step made that screeching sound of metal on metal, like when a swoopbike had no brake pads left.
You must be the Sith contingent, The droid said, its voice high pitched and whirring. Officer Hewitt, our local sheriff, just relayed that there has been another attack, and has requested your immediate presence at the crime scene which is across town. I will send the coordinates to your datapads now.
Aadya didn't reply to the droid. Her attention was pulled to their surroundings and how much different they were from the parts of Taris she was familiar with. The air was thick here and smelled of sulfur. Fog hung low to the ground and barely dispersed as she walked, giving the whole town an foreboding ambiance. Even the energy of the force seemed somewhat hazy here, which troubled Aadya.
Despite his seniority, Aadya would not wait for Draugr to give his opinions on how to proceed. She would simply start walking, the broken duracrete streets crunching loudly beneath her boots.
Aadya assumed she'd been conscripted for this mission because of her experience with the Killiks, but she really didn't know. All she'd been told were the very basics: People were going missing with seemingly no evidence left behind, only to return later and slaughter whoever they could get their hands on... always with chainswords. When and if they were apprehended, they had hallmark signs of Joining and offered no explanation of their actions even under duress or "light" torture.
With only this bare skeleton of information, Aadya and two other Sith had been dispatched out to the Tarisian wasteland, to a little community called Saxet to investigate. Aadya had met one of them before, the Sith Master Draugr but she was unfamiliar with their third wheel, some girl named Anzijj.
Despite being on the same shuttle as her compatriots, Aadya had spent most of her time locked away in her personal quarters. She had been in a bad mood for nearly a week now, and getting to know new people wasn't exactly her idea of a remedy to that.
The ship would touch down on a solitary landing pad that had seen better days. No one would be there to greet them except a rusted out old protocol droid whose every step made that screeching sound of metal on metal, like when a swoopbike had no brake pads left.
You must be the Sith contingent, The droid said, its voice high pitched and whirring. Officer Hewitt, our local sheriff, just relayed that there has been another attack, and has requested your immediate presence at the crime scene which is across town. I will send the coordinates to your datapads now.
Aadya didn't reply to the droid. Her attention was pulled to their surroundings and how much different they were from the parts of Taris she was familiar with. The air was thick here and smelled of sulfur. Fog hung low to the ground and barely dispersed as she walked, giving the whole town an foreboding ambiance. Even the energy of the force seemed somewhat hazy here, which troubled Aadya.
Despite his seniority, Aadya would not wait for Draugr to give his opinions on how to proceed. She would simply start walking, the broken duracrete streets crunching loudly beneath her boots.
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