Ever since joining Clan Vizsla, Raist had strived to take the toughest bounties, the ones nobody else could handle.
Ranger Jezora Zosh was one such target. The high-ranking CoM member had been assigned to Raist by E.D.I, and now the only thing left was to finish the job. Raist had a very long, a...
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Ever since joining Clan Vizsla, Raist had strived to take the toughest bounties, the ones nobody else could handle.
Ranger Jezora Zosh was one such target. The high-ranking CoM member had been assigned to Raist by E.D.I, and now the only thing left was to finish the job. Raist had a very long, and successful career bounty hunting, and he had never failed to bring in his quarry. Today would be no different.
With a speed possessed by few, Raist ignited his lightsaber and jammed it into the bulkhead in front of him. The durasteel began to dissolve and DEA-7H moved into a defensive position to anticipate whatever resistance would be awaiting them.
As the metal crumbled in front of him, Raistlin saw at least a dozen soldiers and droids, possibly more, all arrayed in a wall in front of him and his droid. They were making sure the Exarch would have no chance at reaching Ranger Zosh
They lasted less then ten seconds.
As DEA-7H started firing, Raist moved with unnatural speed, aided by the Force. DEA-7H dropped one, and Raist took another step. Raist's droid nailed another head shot before the assembled forces arrayed against them could raist their blasters against the intruders.
And then Raist was on them.
His lightsaber tore through their ranks in a blur. As he descended upon the ten or so guards left, they could not focus on which combatant to face, since both proved so much of a threat. Raist bisected a Rodian and then cleaved the appendages off of two humans that were closest to him. A guard droid was able to get two shots off, but then Raist ripped him asunder with one swipe.
As the forces arrayed against them dropped, DEA-7H paused. Enemies were dying so quickly he couldn't maintain target lock on any one individual. Within a minute, the arrayed resistance of the Lightbringers lay before Raist, the cool metal floor of the bridge was pooling with blood of different sentients and mixed appendages.
In front of Raist and his droid stood the Ranger Jezorza Zosh. Though he was shorter then the Exarch, Raist could tell he had been in many personal combat situations by the sheer number of scars criss-crossing the skin exposed out of armor. The man said nothing before igniting his saber and Riot Shield. For a few moments, the hum of these items was all that filled the room as the two combatants sized each other up.
"I'm here to bring you in, dead or alive" Raist said, fully knowing what the outcome was going to be.
Jezora said nothing, simply slamming his shield into the ground in defiance, the gesture told Raistlin everything he needed to know. No sooner was the shield raised back into a defensive posture then did the Exarch sprint to close the distance between himself and the Ranger. Raist was amazed at the man's speed and strength, despite his stature. He belied and bespoke power, and Raist could not underestimate this man and expect to emerge victorious.
Raist backed up, and the moment space was created between the two of them DEA-7H opened fire, forcing Jezora to bring up his riot shield to stave off fire. Raist increased the salvo from his arm cannon, and the two of them were forcing Jezora back, forcing him to retreat behind the nearest exposed bulkhead. His frame was hidden but Raist started to close the distance. Within two steps he had re-engaged the Ranger.
This time, Raist had him on the defensive. His posture belied his disadvantage, for though he was trading blows with Raist, the two men hearing sabers rattle off each other in a deadly ballet, Raist could feel his opponent's focus fading. Raist pressed the assault that much more, drawing on the Force to amplify his speed, making him a blur. Jezora kept up admirably, but as Raist feigned, and he went to react, Raist trailed his blade downward, severing the link on Jezora's riot shield, and forcing it to clatter to the ground.
Jezora screamed in anger, instantly drawing an ornate Sith Sword from across his back and charging back at the Exarch. With his mobility enhanced, Jezora was a threat anew, and the two danced for longer, neither giving a nanometer, for if either did, they would lose the advantage, and perhaps the battle.
Who would yield first? Neither... DEA-7H grabbed Jezora from behind as the two moved around him. As he tried to flip out of the droid's grasp, DEA-7H increased pressure, forcing Jezora to draw on the force and unleash a telkinetic blast, knocking everyone back and out.
Disoriented, Raist stood first, he couldn't tell if DEA-7H was damaged permanently or not, only that he had to seize the momentum before it was lost. Despite the heavy armor he was wearing, Raist managed to get to his feet first, while the Ranger could barely get to one knee. Raist was relentless, hammering blows down upon the Ranger who was now backpedaling to fend off the assault.
Jezora stood, but it was too late, Raist had him. The exarch plunged his lightsaber cleanly into Jezora's chest as he stood and then slid it downward. As the life left his eyes, Raist said nothing, turning away knowing he had won. He paused for just a moment, then he went to check on DEA-7H to see if he could be salvaged.
Capital Ship Concordia
Space outside Daemunn, Zsoldos System
Von Ricmore
40 ABY, 2 months before Operation Spyfall
The Force was erratic. Not a particularly new phenomena to Von Ricmore, the Force always seemed to pulse with emotion prior to some great conflict. It seemed that another one would ...
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Capital Ship Concordia
Space outside Daemunn, Zsoldos System
Von Ricmore
40 ABY, 2 months before Operation Spyfall
The Force was erratic. Not a particularly new phenomena to Von Ricmore, the Force always seemed to pulse with emotion prior to some great conflict. It seemed that another one would be upon them soon. His meditations had been plagued by visions, dreams of a secretive cult of Force users that would face off against the Brotherhood. The future was ever changing and the Kiffar knew that there was no guarantee of conflict. But the Force thrived on conflict. The Force was life; and life interacted in many positive and negative ways when conflict stirred. The Sith scrawled the details of his visions on whatever he could get his hands on, stacks of flimsiplast and various data pads littered his room.
He couldn’t account for everything, no single individual could. But he would do his utmost to ensure Clan Vizsla would not be caught unaware; not like last time with the Seer and her damnable crystal creatures. Von spent many days at the Brotherhood’s collegium, brainstorming countermeasures to the crystal creatures that wreaked havoc.
All forms of blaster and laser weaponry appeared to do nothing to the crystal remains the Brotherhood had. Even lightsabers were resisted by the carapace of some of the creatures. But with the new upgrades to equipment and vehicles from the crystals provided by the Dark Council and proper tactics to use them, Von was certain Clan Vizsla would prosper in the conflict to come.
Pendroh I, Pendroh System
The Inner Rim
40 ABY
Sith Infiltrator Mairan
The Mairan dropped out of hyperspace outside of Pendroh I. Piloting the ship was the Kiffar Von Ricmore who kept the ship cloaked and maintained his Force Concealment.
The mission was a simple one as long as he did not draw any attention to himself. The Brotherhood had a spy within the ranks of a group of Force users who called themselves the Children of Mortis. To avoid attracting attention to themselves the spy left the information in a scheduled location. Von was to make his way to the dead drop and retrieve the information, a simple enough task with the right preparation.
If he had to actually break into any secure areas the task would have been more difficult. But retrieving information from a dead drop? Even a clumsy gungan could pull that off.
The Sith reminded himself not to be overconfident, triple checking the ship was still cloaked and his concealment was in place.
The Sith took his time landing the Mairan. Landing near enough to reach the mountains by foot without being detected took time and careful maneuvering. But it was achieved with enough patience.
Continuing to maintain his concealment the Sith swiftly retrieved the information from the drop before returning to his ship.
He was confident he was undetected but he would not risk bringing an enemy to his Clan’s doorstep. A series of 5 randomized hyperspace jumps were made to deter pursuers before he returned to the Zsoldos System with the information.
Kashyyk, Kashyyk System, Mid Rim
Von Ricmore
This was a good life to live. Von Ricmore enjoyed the natural habitat of Kashyyk away from the hustle and bustle of the corporate cities that seemed to dominate many of the core worlds. His visions still came, many of them nightmarish warnings of comi...
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Kashyyk, Kashyyk System, Mid Rim
Von Ricmore
This was a good life to live. Von Ricmore enjoyed the natural habitat of Kashyyk away from the hustle and bustle of the corporate cities that seemed to dominate many of the core worlds. His visions still came, many of them nightmarish warnings of coming conflicts and death. But it wasn’t up to Von to stop them, he had long accepted the Will of the Force.
In another time and another place Von would have found himself shackled by his visions. Convinced the Force required conflict, wars he had to prevent from getting too out of hand.
That was not the case for the Von of this reality. He learned to let go.
This Von found himself living as a hermit, offering his services as a sage and a healer to the native Wookie population and any other travelers the Force saw fit to bring to the wild planet.
The Force would whisper to him, tempt him. He could have more if he reached out and used his power to take it. But Von had no need for material things, for wealth, for adoration. He was content with his life. Enough space to be peaceful but communities close enough for him to seek out social interaction and the things needed for survival.
It was on the return of one of these trips that Von’s life changed forever. The kiffar entered his ramshackle hut carrying a mixture of gathered herbs and purchased food. Setting the bags down he felt a cold foreboding presence which sent a shiver down his spine.
“Jedi.” A guttural voice tinged with cybernetic modification called out to him.
“I was once.” Von answered without turning around. “I haven’t wielded a saber in many years. If it is a fight you seek you will need to look elsewhere.”
Turning around, the healer looked over the Sith. Purple blotches covered his unnaturally pale face.
“You will render me aid. Or you will suffer.” The large man snarled.
Von stood completely still and stared at the man.
“Are you deaf old man? Fix me.” He demanded as he grabbed Von by the throat. He began to choke the hermit only to relent as a hard cough wracked his body with spasms.
“If you won’t fix me I’ll hurt the native population until you do. You jedi are all the same, hurt enough innocents and you’ll bend.” The man walked towards the door to make good on his threat only to find his body frozen.
“SIT DOWN.” The order reverberated throughout the Sith’s skull, forcing him to his knees as he fought the compulsion.
“I’ll kill you!” The Sith shouted as he ignited his crimson blade and swung it in a killing blow.
Crimson met transluscent as the healer put up a barrier just in time to stop the attack.
Enraged the Sith hammered the shield. Blow after blow until it cracked and shattered.
“You can’t even see it. You’ve already lost.” The hermit claimed as the Sith brought down his blade.
A pile of empty robes fell to the floor.
“You…” The Sith began to choke as the poison overcame his body, falling lifelessly to the ground.