Sith Fury-Interceptor vessel began its slow descent over the atmosphere above Dromund Kaas. The vessel kicked downwards, and sped up to slip its way past the ion storms that covered the planet. What once was day, and bright, quickly turned into a dark, stormy night as the ship flew into Dromund Kaas.
The Fury-Interceptor slid its way towards the Spaceport, an area outside of the large Kaas City itself. The vessel entered one of the large docking rings, and fell straight down into it. It entered the personal docking bay, and the doors high above it, closed.
Minutes later, the pilot stepped out. A tall, slim man clad in silver armor, and red robes began his patient descent down the ramp. Behind him, a female figure wearing purple robes followed. Both figures carried on their person: lightsabers. The symbol of the Jedi Order – Or the Sith Legion. The male had one lightsaber handle, while the female carried a staff handle.
The duo began their casual stroll through the docking bay, watching all of the Empire's citizens with cautious, and curious eyes.
The female spoke to the male, with her soft voice.
"Master, may I ask you something?"
The male responded with a very dark tone, full of command and power.
"Why did your Master not contact you on the ship?"
"He did not say. He only told me that this is urgent."
"Urgent enough to derail us from our mission?"
The male Sith turned his head on side to catch the female's figure in the corner of his eye.
Together, they continued through the spaceport. The further they went into the building, the larger the crowds seemed to become. As the male halted, so did the female. The two eyed the immediate area, before spotting a Pureblood Sith in rich robes. The Pureblood reflected his own vision, and approached the two.
The Pureblood's voice came out coarse, and rough.
"Rauken Starstrike is it, then?"
The male responded.
"Excellent. And this is?"
"My name i-"
The male human interrupted.
"She is my Apprentice."
Rauken shot his apprentice a glaring eye. She lowered her head, and looked away.
"I see," The Pureblood shifted in place. "Your Master did not tell me you were to bring another."
"He's seen her on more than one occasion," Rauken looked around the spaceport. "If he says anything, I'll take the blame."
"Ah, very well. Shall we?"
The two humans followed their Pureblood escort through the spaceport, and outside where a taxi service was available. A line was forming for the lesser persons, those not of Force-blood stature. However, Rauken and his companion along with their escort breezed through the line. Many already on this queue were ready to complain, but upon seeing the richly-robed figures, they held their tongues. Some military men were respectful enough to stand at attention, as if ready to be inspected. But that was not the case.
Rauken spoke out to the Pureblood.
"I do not understand why I need an escort to go to the Dark Citadel. I've been there over a dozen times."
"We're not going to the Dark Citadel, My Lord."
The human raised an eyebrow.
"What did you say?"
"We're going elsewhere. Your Master thought you might not know the location. So he ordered me here to bring you there."
Rauken grumbled lowly in annoyance. He was too used to the order of things, in his past several months of servitude. This was too out of reach of his normal schedule. But he would adjust.
"Any," The Pureblood stopped in front of their three-passenger vehicle. "Complaints, My Lord?"
"None. Take us there."
"As you wish."
The three hopped into the taxi vehicle, and were soon lifted into the air. Rauken sat in the passenger seat, while his companion sat in the back. While she adopted a perfect-posture stance, Rauken lazily threw his elbow over the edge of the open-cockpit vehicle. The Pureblood remained in the pilot, directing the vehicle towards the intended destination.
Down below, the jungles of Dromund Kaas stirred with the ion storms, and lengthy rain that coveted the skies. The beasts stirred, and the trees swayed. Yet none of this was paid attention to by the three in the vehicle. Their only concern was the mission.
As the taxi touched down in a small, Imperial-secure clearing, only Rauken and his companion left the comfort of the taxi.
Rauken turned to the Pureblood.
"You're not joining us?"
"I was told to stay here, and manage the vehicle for your return."
"I see. Very well then."
"Your Master should be inside, My Lord."
The duo turned on heel, and proceeded further into the forest. Within minutes, they came into the sight of a large complex. Several buildings were nothing but ruins, while others were just barely intact, and being salvaged by Imperial research teams, and soldiers for valuables – and something else.
As Rauken approached, the military men saluted, and stood at attention. The lesser creatures, those who did not wield weapons, bowed before him. Many more were too busy with their work to notice the approaching Sith. But the adult did not care for the respect if they were busy. Only those who did not show blatant respect, did he punish or confront. He was a true Sith, after all While he was no red-skin, he was the highest apex a human could achieve to 'true' Sith status. He was the highest of the food chain in the Empire. Even as a child, he held more status than a field officer in the army, or a fleet commander in the navy.
The center of the entire complex – the largest building there – was the only one that was most focused on. Large scores of security drones, and repair droids were floating in, and around the building. Since the most activity was centered there, Rauken figured this would be the place to go. As he set his sights on the building, his companion followed.
Once inside the half-broken main doors, Rauken came sight to over several dozen men and women scanning the edges of the facility for clues. He did not know what of, but he figured it was important. Why else would they do it? On his right, the Sith noticed two Royal Guards secured by a doorway. That was his target.
The duo let him, and his companion pass.
Inside, and down three short flights of stairs, Rauken came face-to-face with a large, rounded man clad in silver-gray armor. Even his face was covered by a mask that offered two narrow slits for eye sockets. This man was pacing the room as Rauken entered, and immediately turned to the adult as he caught sight of him.
Rauken bowed, as did his companion.
The man spoke behind his mask, with an altered voice. But this did not remove the same darkness that crept in his vocal chords.
And so Rauken did as told.
The Dark Sith shook his head.
"You are late."
"Blame your pilot," Rauken pointed behind him with his thumb. "He was the one driving. I arrived on time."
"I'll give him a few lashings, later. Now, onto the business at hand. Do you know what this place is?"
Rauken examined the room.
"This is a den of some sort. But the complex itself belongs to a Sith, or noble."
"Your insight serves you well, Apprentice. This complex belonged to the late Lord Sevvur."
Rauken seemed to grow pale(er) as the name was mentioned.
"Lord Sevvur, Master?"
"Jogging your memory a bit, Apprentice? Yes, this complex belonged to Lord Sevvur. Ugh, that title and his name disgust me. Let us not use these two words in the same sentence: 'Lord,' and 'Sevvur'."
The Sith threw his arms to either side, dismissively.
"Of course, Master."
Rauken's master walked over to a half-destroyed table, and tapped at a circular device in the center. A hologram tried its best to form, but after another tap, it failed utterly. Grunting angrily, the Dark Sith reached into his pocket, and pulled out a small device. After pressing a button, the image of a female twi'lek in robes came out, in its white-blue form.
The Dark Sith spoke once more.
"Do you know who this is, Apprentice?"
"It's an alien," Rauken grinned. "And judging from the robes, it's a Jedi. A Knight, or Master, perhaps?"
"Excellent, Apprentice. This is Jedi Master Terra Shock. She is one of the Council's senior members, and very powerful in the ways of the Force. She is responsible for the commanding of one of the Republic's more powerful fleets: The Righteous Insight."
"Forgive me, Master," Rauken shrugged. "But what does Sevvur's estate have to do with this Jedi?"
The bloated Sith walked back over to the half-broken table. From it, he swiped a datapad, and returned to Rauken. He handed his apprentice the datapad, and so the adult began to read from it. His companion looked over his shoulder to see what he saw.
The Dark Sith continued.
"Sevvur had knowledge of three dozen Imperial factories. Weapons, starships, the like. As a politician, he judged the life of the citizens of Kaas City – along with your father. But he also played a hand in the armada of the Sith Empire. This is one of the reasons that his policies were so unopposed for the longest time, as he held a hand in our military construction."
"Most recently, Terra Shock's fleets have been destroying our secret factories. These are not random attacks, Apprentice. These are well-coordinated military strikes that have left our factories defenseless, before they were utterly obliterated."
Rauken shifted in place as he read the information on the datapad. It related to the factory locations.
"So you believe Sevvur's ghost has come back from the dead, and is now assisting this 'Terra Shock', Master?"
The bloated Sith shook his head.
"Yes, but we never had any confirmation if we killed him."
Rauken nearly dropped the datapad.
"You heard me, Apprentice. We don't know if he was killed."
"But this entire complex was leveled by bombers!"
"Even Sith can stave off death long enough to lick their wounds, Apprentice."
The adult shook his head in anger, and disbelief.
"So, he's alive then."
"It seems so, Apprentice. Which is why I summoned you here."
Rauken was silent for some duration. His eyes focused on a small pile of debris in the corner of the room. An image of an elder man, sharing similar features to Rauken: Black hair, peachy skin,and dark green eyes, flashed in his mind, and was shown being struck by something foreign – thus ending his life. The image quickly left, as rapidly as it came.
Rauken swiftly fell on one knee.
"What is your bidding, My Master?"
"In order to begin this rusted war campaign against the Republic, we need a catalyst to start it. We must break the Treaty of Coruscant. But if we are to go to war, we must save our factories. Discover the location of Terra Shock's fleet, so that we may destroy it."
"Where shall I begin, Master?"
"I have sent coordinates to your vessel of a Republic space station. This station constantly updates fleet movements for the Republic. Go there, and infiltrate it. Find out where Terra Shock's fleet is, then update me on your vessel. If Sevvur is still alive, he shall be with her."
"Wouldn't it be heavily guarded?"
"We have several space skirmishes occurring throughout the galaxy. To coupe with these numbers, they had to remove most of their defenses. Be swift, like you always have, Apprentice, and your mission will be a success."
Rauken dipped his head, and then stood up fully. With one final bow, along with that of his companion, he turned, and left the building.