Galleros Sjl sat impatiently at the chair in the shuttle as it slowly orbited Port Ol’val, with the strobe lights flickering across the asteroids and his shuttle. His mind flickered across thoughts and emotions, all dark and abysmal in nature. However on this day, Sjl was feeling more nervous than most as this day was going to change the rest of his life. As the shuttle slowly edged towards the landing area in Port Ol’val, he could sense a familiar presence hidden within. A strong and powerful presence that reminded him of a history he favoured. The extreme regime of a training droid, the extended hours at scrolls, exams and weapons, and finally the smell of burnt flesh that was surrounded by the echoes of roars and shouts. But the memory that shined out into his mind most of all was the stinging sensation of his first lightsaber that was given to him by Consul Marick himself. Whirring and hissing of cords attaching to the shuttle broke his day dreaming as the legs of the shuttle slammed into the hangar bay. Feeling determined, Sjl jumped out of the door and sprinted ahead towards the Qel-Droma Offices.
The Zelosian was met with the glowing doors of the offices, with the armoury towards the right. The young Krath Priest walked towards the locked door and slowly studied the area. His mind turned to obtaining the key and he stepped inside the office entrance towards the directory desk. Once inside the controlled environment of heaters, recycled air and intercom messages, his eyes diverted towards the map. It was his choice to chase down the Quartermaster of this complex and it seemed simple as his office was near. Without a second notion, Sjl marched down the corridor, ignoring the greetings of several admin members. His senses darted around to locate the correct office. It was relatively easy to guide himself around the complex, as he was brought up here before and his Force abilities could track anyone he desired. Within minutes he arrived at the correct office, the plaque next to the door retained an anvil on it with the name ‘Quartermaster’ written in Selenian accent. With a soft sigh Sjl waited a second to gather his thoughts, then confidently entered the office. His eyes quickly matched the brawly and scrubby face of the Qel-Droman soldier, whose hand darted for a blaster.
Sjl quickly slapped up his silver hilt and ignited his purple blade, easily before the blaster could line with the Krath. The stocky man stood and fired several shots at Sjl that were controlled back to the soldier just as efficiently. The Dark Jedi then rushed forward and blasted a wave of kinetic energy at the soldier’s chest which caused him to slam onto the wall and his chair to flick and pin against him. Sjl leapt then latched onto the desk and disarmed the Quartermaster by cutting off his arm. A shriek of pain echoed the office and hall outside which pleased Sjl as a smirk lay on his malachite lips.
“The key?” The Krath Priest only said those words as his concentration was directed towards the soldier’s mind, beckoning him to show Sjl’s item of desire.
The man slowly reached into his shirt and yanked a small chip that hung from his neck. He shakingly placed his hand out and the Zelosian snatched the chip then darted towards the door. As the whooshing door opened for Sjl, he was met with the face of a very disgruntled droid who continued speaking binary and ramming his body against Sjl. The Krath pushed the metallic body away and then proceeded out towards the entrance once more. Again after following his senses, the Zelosian was met with the thick metallic armoury door, and a data panel. With the chip in hand, he placed his palm against the panel and a beep echoed around him along with the woosh of the armoury door. Wasting no time, Sjl stepped inside.
The Priest was met with many shelves of weapons, ammunitions and explosives that decorated the place with great pride. As a novice to this market, Sjl scanned the area to look for something that looks portable and expensive. After many minutes, his eyes were met with the red glow of several incendiary grenades. He snatched a metallic case, then stuffed the grenades inside and locked it. The plan was simple for him; to place the case inside the office, pay his final respects and leave. But the notion to do this heinous crime beckoned at his morale to reconsider. Sjl knew time was essential and quickly left the armoury doors and back inside the offices. With his senses working at top condition, he tracked his way into the core offices that were most valued and treasured members of the Qel-Droman Summit. His eyes quickly scanned the plaques for the right name with haste. ‘Celevon, Invictus, Socorra, Nikola...’ The door was decorated with the Sith emblem and locked from the inside, taking a deep breath Sjl knocked hard. Surprisingly the door opened and he was finally met with the face of his long departed master, Valtiere reading a Sith Scroll.
“What is it, beast?”
“I’ve come with news that a war with the One Sith is soon and the Consul beckons your arm in battling this threat.”
“If Marick Arconae wanted to ask me for aide, he would of used the holocommunicator himself. You waste my time, beast!” Nikola’s anger echoes his room through his strong voice.
Not wanting to disrespect his master, Sjl slowly walked inside and sat opposite the former Quaestor, slowly slipping the case under the desk. Sjl could clearly see that Nikola knew what was happening, there was no lying to a man who could see the future.
“Sir, if you just gave me a second to explain, if the One Sith do win they will head here next, with possibly the Black Suns.”
“I know exactly the history of this place, I need not your inexperienced words to repeat it. Your goal should be to strengthen Dark Forge, go do so!” Valtiere shouted at the Zelosian, who still quivered at his orders. In the couple of seconds that was mixed with rage, Sjl reached inside the case lifted the snip from a grenade and quickly ran from the room.
In a mixture of confusion and panic, Nikola quickly stood then launched his ceremonial dagger at his student. The blade missed Sjl’s shoulder, but stabbed into a plant’s bark opposite his office and smashed the pot itself. The Priest quickly rolled away from the door and hid his head as he counted down, then the explosion of light and fire echoed out of the office door. Feeling lost and afraid, Sjl grabbed the dagger from the bark and ran towards the exit. This wasn’t a proper Sith betrayal, but it was Krath enough.