The flea-bitten mongrels cowered against their decrepit walls as the Sith passed before them. In their ignorance they knew not what he was, but that his mere presence brought a feeling of dread and sorrow. Compounded with their own struggles it only fed their self-loathing and they dug into shredded pockets hoping for the comforting touch of their poison of choice. A few braver than most, veterans in the violence of the alley, eyed the Zabrak. Whether as a potential client, or a victim, he neither knew nor cared about. His only concern was for the Togrutan he was following.
Abadeer Taasii. The Battleteam leader of the Apostles of Syn. A position that should have been Kul’s. Years of solitary loyalty to House Karness Muur ignored when the Dread Lord presented Kul with his seal of office. The choice to move them between houses was strange at first, but the idea slowly became clear. The Dread Lord wished to quell any harsh feelings amongst the Houses to produce a solidified front. A wise choice considering the bold move against Odan-Urr. But Kul could not escape the resentment that ached in the recess of his mind.
The Zabrak grew a frown as he felt a rough tug on his cloak, and his orange eyes stared coldly at the being before him. A small creature, the frail human stood a couple feet shorter than the Zabrak, mostly due to a developed hunch in his walk. The thick, ragged cloak he bore hid any obvious signs of aggression. His presence hinted at no danger, but Kul stood wary, waiting for the purpose of the intervention. The scraggly beard on the human’s wrinkled face contorted as he forced wind through his abused lungs.
“Can I...interest you in some fine spice, stranger? A relaxing...elixir to accompany your meal, perhaps?”
Kul eyed the man, his placid face devoid of any sympathy for the dealer’s obvious lack of nutrition. Such a creature would have been cast aside from any tribe on Iridonia, where strength of body and will made an alpha male. The tiny frame shivered, not from fear but of a lack of vital necessities to his psychology. An abuser of whatever it was he wanted to finagle Kul into buying. His silence only fed the man’s confidence.
“The silent type, eh? Need some convincing do ye? Why, I have--”
His voice caught as the Zabrak’s crushing grip threatened to throttle him then and there. Kul lifted the man kicking into the air, all while staring deep into his eyes, which remained permeated with a foggy film. With no hesitation, the Sith jerked his forearm, cleanly snapping the man’s neck. An instant death, much better than the scum deserved. The body flopped to the dust, effectively clearing the street of the weaker-minded addicts when the others saw what had transpired. A soothing silence took over as the bustle of the night street life dimmed down into nothing but the faint whispers of the wind as it passed through the alleys. Kul felt a shiver begin to rise from the nape of his neck, and thinking it just the wind tightened his cloak. As he turned to continue his hunt, he nearly bowled over someone standing behind him. A quick glance told Kul who it was. The montrals stuck out in the darkness of the street with their blaring whiteness.
I must have gotten careless and telegraphed my presence, Kul thought disappointedly to himself.
“Drol. What brings you out here?” The arrogant smile that played on the white, tear-shaped bags beneath his eyes denoted that he was most likely aware already.
“Was out for a stroll, thought I’d stop by. See what kind of Shadow you really are. Nice to know your not so inept you realize when you’re being followed.”
The Togruta’s grin shortened slightly at the remark, but he kept his cool overall. He waved a hand towards Kul.
“That means a lot coming from you, considering you weren’t aware I was behind you just now.”
The Zabrak sneered at the sarcasm dripping from Abadeer’s tone. The air thickened with the pressure of both egos as tensions mounted. A few breaths past before Abadeer spoke again.
“Listen, Kul, I know how you might feel about this, but the decision was made by the Dread Lord himself. Don’t push your luck more than you already have. Go home, and focus on leading your team now.”
Abadeer saw the spark in Kul’s eye as he finished speaking. The Zabrak grew cold, and his gaze took on the look of a beast eyeing its next meal. His hands curled into shaking fists and his feet dragged him to purpose. He edged towards the Togruta, his body swaying in time to some internal beat. He began to flank Abadeer, forcing him to focus on where the first strike might come from.
“So you want to travel this road, Kul? Fine, I will show you where it ends.”