The Fourteenth Sith Ryu has had to kill. The Fourteenth traitor who had lost faith for the Empire, its Empress and the order it had brought to the Outer Rim. Ryujin had not sighed or been angry at the thought of another deserting their cause, the first few perhaps, but not anymore. Now he only nodded, picked up his bright red helm and left the Korriban House with death at his fingertips.
A wannabe Darth, Malendictus, was the target, a member of the Sith Order who had risen high since the dawn of the Empire. Although on closer inspection it seemed much of his rise had been on the back of others, riding the coattails of more powerful and successful Sith until it all got a little too much for him. He could murder innocents it seems from the high vantage point of a Star Destroyer, but when he was sent down to the ground to lead troops he faultered. The crying of mothers and children breaking the Sith Lord down to his very core, so much so he had become a turncoat willing to sell out his secrets to the New Republic for amnesty. Attached to the Imperial garrison at Bespin, Malendictus had fled to the Galactic South. To an old Rebel base in the cold harsh wastelands of Hoth.
Ryujin under his guise as Inquisitor Susanoo had informed the ISB that additional manpower was needed to search such a desolate world. They had given him only one man, though a quick look at his ‘File’ on the trip over gave Ryujin the confidence that this singular man was up for the job. The shuttle supplied for the removal of number fourteen lay on the ice behind him. The engines still whirling away keeping the inside of the ship from freezing over.
Standing at the top of the ridge Ryujin was clad in a modified form of his red Inquisitor armour built for the harsh weather of Hoth. A thermal bodysuit, thick underlay and heavy cloak kept the worst of the cold from seeping into the Sith. His eyes scanned the horizon a pair of binoculars in hand, looking for any sign of life in this hell scape of a planet.
@Phoenix