Star Wars: Dissention of the Sith

Chapter 21

As Terentous navigated the bustling streets of Nar Shaddaa, his senses sharpened, attuned to the invisible presences that teased his connection to the Force. He could feel their presence, their vibrations in the cosmic energy, yet his eyes failed to discern their forms. It was an unsettling phenomenon, one that heightened his wariness and caution.

Every step he took seemed to be accompanied by a subtle disturbance in the Force, a ripple that sent shivers down his spine. He scanned the surroundings, keenly aware that danger lurked in the shadows, waiting to pounce upon him. The air grew heavy with anticipation, a silent warning of impending confrontation.

Though he couldn't see them, Terentous could sense the intensity of the two presences drawing nearer. Their power was formidable, their intentions unclear. Were they allies or foes? He remained on high alert, his hand ready to draw his weapon at a moment's notice.

As he continued his deliberate progress through the labyrinthine streets, Terentous took calculated detours, trying to outmanoeuvre the enigmatic forces that stalked him. Shadows seemed to dance and twist, taunting his perception, as if the very essence of the dark side played tricks on his mind.

Despite the unease that gnawed at his core, Terentous maintained his composure. He had been forged in the crucible of the Sith, and fear was an emotion he had long since learned to harness. His focus remained unwavering, his senses attuned to any shift in the currents of the Force.

With each passing moment, the pressure mounted, a weight upon his shoulders that threatened to crush his resolve. Yet, through it all, Terentous pressed forward, undeterred by the unseen adversaries that dogged his steps. He would face them head-on, drawing strength from the darkness within him.

As he neared his destination, the intensity of the presences grew, almost tangible in their proximity. Terentous steeled himself, preparing for whatever awaited him.

As Terentous stepped into the dimly lit nightclub, his gaze swept across the pulsating dance floor, seeking a quick route to his destination. However, his progress was abruptly halted as a cloaked figure materialized before him, a silent sentinel standing between him and the exit. The figure's presence was shrouded in darkness, their intentions unknown.

A surge of apprehension rippled through Terentous as he instinctively turned, only to find his path blocked by another cloaked figure near the entrance. Trapped between two enigmatic beings, the Gamorrean realized that he was faced with a formidable challenge. His mind raced, assessing the situation, searching for a way to overcome this unexpected obstacle. The Force whispered caution in his ear, urging him to tread carefully and remain vigilant.

Terentous stood his ground, his expression firm and resolute, as the female figure spoke with unwavering determination. "You're coming with us, we have some questions we'd like to ask you". Her words echoed in the air, challenging his defiance. He met her gaze, his own eyes gleaming with defiance and determination. "I'm not going anywhere," he declared firmly, his voice laced with authority.

In response to his refusal, the figures unveiled their true identities, igniting their lightsabers in unison. The vibrant blue blades cast an ethereal glow across the nightclub, illuminating the tension that crackled in the air. The first figure, a Miralan female, wielded her elegant lightsaber with precision and grace, while the second, a Togruta female, twirled her blade with fluid movements that hinted at her agility and skill.

Terentous felt a surge of both excitement and caution. He recognized the strength in their presence and their undeniable mastery of the Force. A part of him relished the opportunity to face skilled adversaries, while another part was aware of the potential danger that lay before him. Nevertheless, he readied himself, assuming a battle stance, his own lightclub soon joining theirs in the illumination of the night.