Sundari Station
Zsoldos space
Clan Vizsla

Von Ricmore gazed out the transparisteel window of Sundari station, his gaze drawn towards the surface of the planet Zsoldos below him. The Anzat had a lot on his mind, having received a series of troubling dreams; dreams he believed to be premonitions from the Force.

He had woken many a night to the terrifying visage of a dathomirian nightbrother wielding an ominous white blade. But the Force whispered that it was a threat to be wary of in the future. He had a much more immediate problem to deal with.

The Zabrak was far from the only face to haunt his nightmares. He often saw the face of the contemptible Seer; more recent visions included her cackling over the body of Korvis. Clan Vizsla could not afford to lose its Consul, and Von refused to lose a man that he was proud to call a friend.

The Seer was wise and cunning, possessing a talent for plotting and maneuvering elements behind the scenes. She wouldn’t be foolish enough to believe that she could best a Mandalorian on the field of battle. She would use battle as a tool to weaken her foes and strike while they are weak, perhaps with one of her crystallized monstrosities.

Yet Von could not shake the feeling that The Seer had something else planned. How would she sow fear and terror in the heart of Clan Vizsla? If he had to achieve such a goal, Von would resort to assassination, to show his foe that nowhere is safe. Slaying your enemy while they are resting among their forces and defenses was the kind of paradoxically bold and subtle maneuver that The Seer seemed to prefer. She had allowed others to further her goals in the past, avoiding placing herself in direct danger.

Von was filled with a sense of satisfaction from the Force around him. Whether congratulating his inference or merely excited for the coming conflict, Von could not say. But he now knew what he had to do. He had to bait out the assassin and slay them before Korvis could come to harm.

Taking advantage of his status as Quaestor of House Deathwatch, Von scheduled a meeting with Korvis and allowed the information to leak throughout the Clan. The meeting would occur within a slum on Nar Shadda, away from the prying eyes or security of Clan Vizsla. Knowledge of such a meeting would surely lure out the assassin.

Von flew his Tie Defender to Nar Shadda, paying the docking fee to avoid any trouble or suspicion being brought upon him. He left the spaceport and ventured towards the meeting location.

Having sent a body double to represent him, Von cloaked himself in the Force, hiding himself from the eye.

Arriving at the meeting place, Von remained shrouded as he looked around for any possible threats.

Korvis and the Body Double arrived and began to converse. Von’s brow knit in concentration as he called upon the Force, allowing it to flow through his ears, heightening his hearing.

His amplified hearing soon picked up a pair of extraordinarily quiet footsteps. Turning towards the sound, Von saw a figure unholster a blaster sniper rifle. Taking no chances, the Anzat dropped his Cloak and stepped forward with his right hand curled into a fist. The figure began to choke as it dropped its weapon and was lifted into the air. Von kept his grip tight until the figure ran out of air, slumping over unconscious.
He pulled the figure towards him before setting them on the ground.

“Now, let’s find out what you know.” Von declared as he dragged the figure away for interrogation.