Raxus [No POV]
Sidious: "Darth Tyranus, I sense a disturbance in the force." The Sith Lord said in a raspy voice.
Dooku: "I felt it as well, My Lord. The force seems almost horrified."
Sidious: "This power surge is something beyond the Dark Side. It's clouded, yet it's recuperating in a wild manner."
Dooku: "How shall we deal with this threat? My Master."
Sidious stayed silent for a few seconds.
Sidious: "There's nothing we can do, but spectate."
Dooku: "Are you sure this is the best decision m'lord?"
Sidious: "Are you displacing your loyalty and faith in me, Tyranus?" The Dark Lord stated.
Dooku: "N-No, I'm sorry M'Lord." Dooku stuttered.
Sidious: "For now we deal with the Republic and the Jedi. We must not let our plans go to waste and be destroyed by a minor setback."
Sidious disconnects the holocommunicator and transmission with the Count.
Sidious: "If this threat cannot be turned. They will be destroyed." The dark lord said before walking out of the room that was conceded within the walls of the Senate Building.
Korriban [No POV]
A lone figure with a black cloak stands over the desolate planet that was once the ancient home of the Sith. A barren desert wasteland. The figure continued walking in a straight path through the storm. Not being afraid of anything or concerned about the weather. The footsteps of the figure were quickly erased by the never-ending sandstorm.
???: *Incomprehensible speech*
Soon, a location comes into view. Almost like a Temple of some sort. The temple seemed shrouded in the Dark Side, which attracted the anonymous figure towards this ancient relic. The grounds of the temple were scarcely overgrown with sand dunes. The figure continued walking.
Walking inside the Temple. Everything was in ruins. Some dust blew off of a few mechanical machines hidden within the sand. The figure placed his hand in the middle of a pedestal. Dark Side Energy flourished throughout the temple grounds. Being absorbed through the mysterious figure's hand. The planet itself from a top view began to look more of a paler grey. The storm; outside before stopped brewing and the sand disappeared. The figure then released their palm from the pedestal. Everything seemed to be a barren hellish landscape. The figure said nothing else and began walking back into the shuttle they arrived on.
Jedi Temple [No POV]
Yoda: "The disturbance. Stronger, it got."
Windu: "I believe it's about time for the Jedi to do something about this overlooked threat."
Kenobi: "However, we're still unsure where this thing is coming from nor are we able to interpret the situation."
Shaak Ti: "Unfortunately, all we can do is wait. We are pre-occupied with a war at hand and people to protect."
Yoda: "Time, tell itself, it will. Patience, we must have."
Kenobi: "Right now we should focus on breaking through the Separatist Blockade on Christophsis." Although, the Council Member was able to reassure everyone's focus, he too felt the shrill within the Force itself. Whatever was coming, it was definitely a threat.
Alderaan [No POV]
The figure from before walked through the beautiful landscape of Alderaan. Walking towards a nearby urbanized settlement. The onlookers gazed upon the figure; shrouded in mystery and odd preferences. The figure walked into a shop that seemed to be very old. Walking inside, the store held some Old Republic Weaponry and Relics. The figure was familiar with those and touched their palm against the glass. Unfortunately, the shopkeeper wasn't so keen on visitors touching the antiques.
Shopkeeper: "Bug off. Either pay with credits or leave."
The figure stopped and the room went silent.
Shopkeeper: "Go on and git' you nerf herder!" The shopkeeper cried out.
The figure began walking towards the Shopkeeper.
Shopkeeper: "Stand back! I got a blaster and I'm not afraid to use it." The Shopkeeper cried out.
Right when the shopkeeper was about to pull the trigger; surprising him was his Blaster yanked without anything touching it. Before, he could say anything else they instantly recognized an ash-burning hole in his own chest. Blood began to spew from his own mouth as they wriggled on the floor; clutching their chest. However, his own fate was sealed as they became lifeless and smoke barreled from the wound that impacted his wound.
The figure then grabbed the man's throat and the red dark side energy drained the man's life. The corpse of the shopkeeper decomposed and looked like a raisin. The figure went back to their own task at hand and used the force to shatter the glass covering this ancient gun artifact. The Sith Imperial Blaster. The memories flood the figure, but pushed the gesture of nostalgia to the side. Leaving a dead corpse behind in it's wake.
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Hunger.. (Male Darth Nihilus Reader x Star Wars The Clone Wars)
Action"He is a wound in the Force, more presence than flesh, and in his wake life dies... sacrificing itself to his hunger." ―Visas Marr - All rights are reserved to their respective owners and artists. Star Wars owned by Lucasfilm and Disney.
