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So, like I said, the poor bastard gets taken off in Silvis' drop shuttle, his fate sealed. I found out later that the guy's mangled body turned up, frozen on some moon. He was tortured, without a doubt. And by the sound of the autopsy report, it wasn't just some lightning and mind tricks. He brought out the full arsenal. The guy was a criminal, but I can't help but feel bad for him. I can't imagine how long it took before he died.

Anyway, I came across Silvis again a week later, on Nar Shaddaa. The scout had revealed Veeko's plans, and Silvis was out for blood. Veeko was going to use Silvis' money to help finance a campaign to capture Imperial freighters for spice-trafficking. He also revealed that Veeko had a place on Nar Shaddaa. It was practically a palace. He was a made man with the Hutts, and got fat with luxury while others slaved and died for his gain. Silvis knew where it was, and exactly how to get in.

Around the block, about ten minutes walk, hidden in a small alcove, was the entrance to a narrow maintenance tunnel. The door had a password protected control panel, but Silvis had acquired the password - most likely from the scout. He checked over his shoulder before opening the door and slipping into the tunnel. It apparently was rarely used, as wires hung from the ceiling and the entire maintenance tunnel was empty, save for an infestation of gizka. A straight path led him straight to the back patio of Veeko's mansion, where he was spotted by several of Veeko's armed guards. They opened fire almost immediately, but were felled soon after by their blaster bolts deflected back from Silvis' lightsaber.

He strode forward and used the Force to knock through the outer wall of the mansion, killing almost everyone in the nearest rooms. The survivors laid unconscious beneath the rubble. Soon after, the entire hallway was full of armed guards, all firing at Silvis. He walked toward them with that serious, threatening stride only Sith have, deflecting many of the bolts away. Some made contact, but his armor suffered little more than superficial burns. He thrust his hand forward, palm out, and send a blast of Force at the crowd of men, causing them to fly backward in a violent, lethal wave. The men laid broken and lifeless, and Silvis continued into the mansion

For most of his trip into the mansion, things went just like the first two encounters, so I'll save you the filler. Within the hour though, he reached Veeko's master bedroom, where Veeko was sure enough waiting on the other side of the door, huddled in fear behind a group of heavily armed bodyguards. His chins shook violently as he ordered them to open fire, and so they did.

Silvis threw his lightsaber through the air, impaling one of the bodyguards through the chest. He held his arm up to shield his head from the blaster fire while he was defenseless. Once reunited with his lightsaber, he dashed forward and struck another of the bodyguards down. A lucky shot tore through one of the tubes on his back, making the kolto inside drain rapidly.

Silvis spun around with a punch to the nearest goon, and threw the few left across the room with the Force. He sliced his lightsaber through the stunned goon - the one he had punched - and cut him straight through the middle. He fell in two piles. Veeko immediately began to grovel for his life, offering Silvis anything he could think of, from money to information to slaves. Silvis didn't negotiate. He told Veeko what he wanted: the money Veeko stole, plus 65% of Veeko's accumulated funs. I guess he wanted to give Veeko some hope, so he wouldn't just refuse. Veeko agreed. Silvis also wanted Veeko to turn over the Republic documentation he promised, but Veeko said he didn't have it; that it was just a lie. Silvis took a step forward, and in desperation, Veeko pulled a blaster pistol from beneath the bed and pointed it at Silvis.

It wasn't hard for Silvis to pull the blaster from Veeko's hand with the Force. Veeko was soft, weak, and terrified. He held his arms above his head, trying again to beg for his life. He agreed to provide Silvis with every piece of Republic knowledge he had acquired. Silvis ordered him to get up, and followed him as he transferred the credits and pulled on the Republic files. With the credits safely in Silvis' storage, and the files uploaded to Silvis' datapad, he took a few steps away from Veeko. The greasy rodian stood in awkward silence for a few moments before asking if Silvis  was done with him. Silvis answered  simply, "Yes." Veeko started to breathe a sigh of relief, but his breath caught in his throat as he saw Silvis turned, Veeko's blaster in hand, and shot Veeko straight in the chest. Veeko clutched the wound and toppled backward, sputtering threats in between fits of coughing up blood. By the time Silvis shut the door behind him, Veeko was dead.

And like that, SIlvis was gone again. He hopped on a speeder bike parked outside Veeko's mansion and took off. I didn't see him again for a while after that, which was just as well. I had enough going on already.

But there you go. Silvis got ripped off by Veeko, he found Veeko, he took Veeko's money and the data he wanted, and shot Veeko with his own gun. Then he took off with the money and disappeared.

Silvis sat quietly, alone in his corner of the cantina. Much to his chagrin, he found himself in the belly of some filthy, rundown space station-turned-spice den. For months, he had kept in contact with a spice-dealing kingpin by the name of Veeko Sorput. He was an overweight Rodian in fading health.

Silvis had contemplated getting his fingers into the spice trade, but had decided against it until recently. In his efforts to go off the radar, he had cut off all contact with Imperial space. He had never been a light spender, and his available funds were nearing a very undesirable level. Grace knew, of course, and often tempered his spending, but his ambition typically outmatched her temperedness.

That said, his finances were second on his mind. As with Grace's guidance, his ambition overcame his financial worries. He wanted knowledge, contacts, bodies. He wanted the kind of connections that allowed him to get his fingers into as many pies as he could.  He was trying to build an information network.

That ambition led him here, to this place; nothing more than an enormous, decrepit den of addicts. Veeko had arranged a meeting here, in a cantina he "owned". One didn't really own anything on that space station. It just came down to who had the most money and the most people with guns.

His meeting with Veeko was never meant to happen. Silvis knew better than to trust the greasy Rodian - and didn't - but he had underestimated Veeko's resourcefulness. The two were to make an exchange in the cantina; seventy-five thousand credits (in unmarked chips), for extensive classified Republic documentation. It was supposed to include weapons plans, troop movements, training locations, and more. It didn't matter anymore though. Veeko wasn't showing, and the credits were gone. Silvis didn't make the mistake of carrying the chips with him to the meeting area. He had left them on his shuttle, guarded by his agent, Mr. Rieper. Veeko came prepared though. While Silvis was en route to the cantina, a team working for Veeko infiltrated the hangar and disabled both the ship's defenses and Mr. Rieper's cybernetics through a series of ion blasts. That crippled Mr. Rieper. He had numerous implants, and most of his senses were enhanced. If we're being honest, he was lucky to be alive. The shock to his body left him unconscious for weeks.

They got the case of credits. Seventy-five thousand. It wasn't a fortune, but it was still a pretty hefty sum. They were gone before Silvis even knew. The agent was unconscious, so he couldn't report in. It wasn't until Silvis reached the cantina and called for a status report that he realized.

He didn't have to go back to the ship to check things. He knew it was too late. The perpetrators were probably in hyperspace by now. So there he sat, arms crossed, head held low in the only booth in that vile cantina not inhabited by emaciated, diseased junkies. His anger radiated from him, even making the air around him heavy and oppressive.

He observed the display of those around him. Surely Veeko had someone watching him. That's what Silvis would have done, so why not the paranoid rodian crimelord? Mostly, he saw hordes of humans and alien alike, in various states of disrobe, either high on their preferred spices, or preparing their drugs. Some people were slumped over their tables, or sprawled out on the floor. Probably dead. There were bodies strewn across the cantina already, mostly ignored by the other patrons. Silvis couldn't help but wonder who, if anyone, came to clean up all these bodies. Not an enviable job.

Eventually though, he spotted him. By the entrance, just to the side of a group of spice-heads. He was some kind of near-human at least, by the look of him. He obviously wasn't one of the spice-heads here. He was too healthy. He had a muscular build, something that couldn't be said of any of the addicts on that space station. He didn't lean or sway, and he stood straight. He knew he had been spotted, and ducked out of the cantina.

Silvis wasted no time in pursuing the scout. He pushed himself up and hoisted himself over the table, walking briskly out of the cantina. He pushed through groups of spice-heads, leaving many of them in a confused state, while others were too far gone to notice and simply laid as they had fallen.

A left turn led into a long hallway exiting the cantina. The scout was just turning the corner at the other end of the hallway. Silvis picked up his pace and rushed after him, his fury sparking in the air in violent red bursts, shorting out nearby electronics along the walls. As Silvis turned the corner and saw the scout a short distance away, head low and feet fast, he could sense the man's fear. A quick look over his shoulder at Silvis was more than enough for anyone to sense his fear, though. Immediately following, he abandoned his efforts to remain unseen, and took off in a full sprint. He bolted through to a hallway leading to the docking bay.

Silvis was not going to let the one lead he had escape. He took off in a wrath-fueled sprint, his rebreather hissing with each heavy intake of oxygen. Kolto rushed loudly through the tubes in his armor, adapting to his change in heart-rate. He rounded the corner after the scout, spotting him just more than halfway down the hall, heading toward the docking bay containing Silvis' shuttle. Silvis was after him, and closing distance rapidly. The scout slammed his fist on the door control panel, causing the blast door to slide open. He stopped and turned around to see Silvis barreling toward him. He flipped Silvis his finger, and hit the button to shut the blast door.

It almost slammed shut. There hadn't been any maintenance done on that space station in years. The door's mechanisms must have been faulty, because it jammed about six inches from the seal - more than enough for Silvis to fit his fingers through. The scout jerked back as Silvis slammed into the blast door, rattling it in its frame. He hooked both hands around the side of the door and began to slide it open. The scout was terrified,  and took off toward the shuttle. It was a straight run, with no one in the way, but that wouldn't be enough when Silvis got through the door.

After pulling the door far enough that he could have fit through, the door hydraulics gave out, giving the door no resistance and letting it slide open. Silvis had a straight shot at the scout, who was nearly to the shuttle.

Silvis took chase, building up speed for a few seconds before propelling himself through the air in a powerful leap, propelled by the Force. He came down upon the scout, who was toppled to the ground. The scouts physical health was not a matter of question anymore. He wrestled and fought with Silvis for some time, getting several good punches in on Silvis in between Silvis' enraged, Force-fueled strikes. He pulled a hidden vibro-knife from his boot while on the ground and thrust the knife into the back of Silvis' thigh. Silvis growled a static-filled show of pain and anger, before lifting his boot and bringing it down upon the scout's head. The mask on the scout's helmet shattered, as did his nose. He was in shock. Silvis looked down upon him, noting the pale, peachy skin and red blood. He was probably a human. Silvis wrapped his fingers into a gap in the scout's armor and dragged him up the ramp to the shuttle. The scout tried to struggle, but was in no condition to fight.

Once on the shuttle, it was a matter of minutes before Silvis flew away, prisoner in tow.

Poor guy.

//REBOOT? y/n

{Audio recording begins: 0000:0000:0001…]

“Begin entry.”

[The speaker's voice is distant, though still clear over the hum of the ship's engines.]

"Enter Administrator command, initiate network blackout,  sectors four, two, nine.

Submit.

[A nearby computer begins to beep rapidly, responding to the command.]

Avarice informs me that Pyre is in custody and under control.

Mission parameters have been changed. We are to refocus on Group Zet.

The new mission is already underway. The network blackout is...tangential.

Avarice's new plans have been going well. The Jedi are so easy to trick.

A note on recovery status...

Progress has slowed. Most physical function has come back, though many scars remain. Doctor recommendation is to continue the kolto treatment.

Final note. Avarice's...gift is remarkable. I have not even scratched the surface of what it can offer me.

...Photo enclosed, black level clearance.

End entry."

{Audio recording begins: 0000:0000:0001...]

"Begin entry."

He huffs a short breath.

"I'm sure she thinks she's gotten the upper hand, especially if she listens to a word her dog tells her.

He severely underestimates me. He is an imbecile. He thinks he's got me all figured out. For the better, I suppose. It will make erasing him that much easier.

Grace and I know what to do. One week.

One week."

[Audio recording begins: 0000:0000:0001...]

"Begin entry."

There is the sound of metal settling into leather.

"I do not fight the Republic just because it is my duty. I do it because they are weak. Everything they do serves to propagate the acceptance of the weak.

She cannot be allowed to continue her association with them. It will make her soft.

To make things worse, she knows too much. She thinks my trust in her should be unshakable, but she doesn't understand. She has disappointed me time, and time again, but her accomplishments have always outweighed her failures in my eyes. That is beginning to change, though.

Agent 47 reported her meeting with several Republic soldiers, including her newest 'love'. The agent expressed strong concern over her trustworthiness. He recommended direct intervention.

I traveled to Voss, where they were hanging around in a cantina. . I got there just in time to overhear them discussing plans to hide her from me. I thought she knew better.

The soldiers started off civil enough, but they clearly viewed me with great apprehension. It did not take long for their fear and discomfort to grow, and while they tried to deflect it with humor, they wanted nothing more than to escape me.

When Grace arrived, the soldiers seemed to be unable to handle the terror any longer. They became hostile, though they would argue otherwise. They openly comm'ed backup, and stood at attention while I tried to talk with my hunter.

Grace and myself on the other hand did not so much as twitch a finger in the direction of our lightsabers. Ty'nea's willingness to negotiate with me put the soldiers in great duress. They became increasingly more venomous, not only with me but with my hunter - their "friend".

I made her an offer. If she agreed to meet me privately at another location within the next few days, I would allow her and her friends to leave unaccosted. The soldiers believed they could just walk away, and that she would follow...

They do not think highly of her. She doesn't realize it, and I'm sure they feed her lies to make her believe otherwise. They didn't treat her with respect. They treated her like a pet who had gotten out of line.

They tried to make her decisions for her. Even when she asked them to stop, they continued to try and take over. Eventually, she ignored them altogether. It was a sight to behold, truly.

At any rate, she agreed to meet me, much to the dismay of the soldiers. Her little boy's temper was beginning to betray him, as he started to storm out of the cantina, leaving the hunter behind. However, a stray comment caught his attention, and he became utterly furious. Nearly homicidal, if the look in his eyes was any indication.

Heh.

He's doing my job for me. It wont take long. The seeds of distrust have been planted. They will take time to sprout, I'm sure, but the process has begun.

If things keep going this well, I won't even have to kill him.

Raze is now capable of surviving without the need of his kolto submersion suit. Lungs have resumed function, last of all other organs.

Exterior appearance affected highly. Effects include:

Dry skin with deep cracks across entire body.

Paler, almost purple skintone.

Eyes are darkened over entire surface, dry and matte. Combined with cracks and darkened flesh surrounding the eyes, Wrath appears to have no eyes, only sockets.

Hole in left cheek, exposing back teeth.

Continuing kolto treatments as before. Raze should not remain uncovered by his helmet or suit for longer than sixty minutes. Raze is somewhat vulnerable to infection. The risks of that need not be said, considering the Rakghoul outbreak.

In time, Raze's appearance will begin to resemble its former state, though permanent scars from the healing process are inevitable.

All other vitals are optimal. Body has recovered full function. Healing should hasten slightly.

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////log DK-a-0002 begin

Pyre retrieval mission at a standstill. My duties have not allowed me much time with Grace, though I'm certain she is staying busy.

Sloth is temporarily on leave. No pending assignments.  Envy appears to have gone into relative seclusion.

Met with Avarice today. Very taxing lesson, definite results however. The headaches have returned. My medic will have to produce a new batch of the serum.

TK has completed the majority of her assignments. Transferred mission data to me. Her condition seems to have improved somewhat. Will continue to monitor her to see if her progress continues. Attempted to adopt a more casual demeanor around her. Met with skepticism and distrust. I prefer to avoid reverting to our previous tenuous alliance. Best course of action is likely to remain professional. Unfortunate.

She offered me a new drawing. She is very talented. Will put this with the rest. She is working on a similar one for Grace. Commissioned a wall piece from her. She plans to do a few preliminary sketches from different perspectives before working on the final piece.

If her time on Zeltros goes well, I will also commission a holographic piece, as I have none. We shall see how things progress.

////log DK-a-0001 begin

Took transport provided by Avarice to the city of Cademimu, accompanied by Grace. Mission to locate and retrieve Pyre.

Encountered resistance by separatist forces leftover from previous conflict. Grace and I dealt with them without issue.

Felled several leaders among separatists who had replaced their predecessors.

Found datastick describing intruder matching description of Pyre. Followed the lead to conclusion, but it resulted in a dead end.

Small outburst, then Grace and myself returned to our ships.

Meditated, considered possible locations.

Next course of action: Investigate planets NB, HWZ, VS, RPC. Departure pending.

Sidenote: Hinted to Envy about Grace's loss of memory. Envy seemed oblivious, but I cannot assume that is the case. Will keep track of Envy and begin elimination protocol if necessary.

Sidenote 2: TK in bad condition. Efforts to raise morale have been met with apathy. TK is currently on missions DS-12 through DS-22. Hopes are she does not put herself in an unnecessarily dangerous position. I am concerned for her well-being. I cannot say why, but I wish to see her improve emotionally. Not only has she been a valuable asset, but she has been a source of much respite from personal duties. We are on friendly terms, perhaps. More time required to ascertain if the feeling is mutual.

Final Note: Grace and I are on excellent terms not long after our meeting with Avarice. This is good. Hopes are to continue to improve relations, despite Envy's potential interference.

The two had decided to work together in their service to the Empire, as well as in their personal affairs across the galaxy. The two never exchanged names. Silvis kept a policy of anonymity whenever possible, at the behest of his master. He often wondered about the reasons behind his companion's secrecy, though he quickly dismissed it most times. It did occur to him that she may not wish him to know her past. She clearly did not follow the path of the Dark Side. While allowing her passions to surface, she was incredibly merciful, even with enemies of the Empire.

This did not keep Silvis from enjoying her company, however. She proved to be an incredibly capable Sith, and very intelligent. That was a refreshing change of pace from the regrettably thick-headed Lords and Apprentices he was used to dealing with. Despite his enjoyment of her company, he preferred to lead in their affairs, only occasionally asking for her input when important decisions had to be made. She seemed content with the spotlight away from her, and often said very little.

After several weeks of working together, she started bringing another along. Silvis initially assumed the two to be friends, but they often showed extreme disdain for eachothers methods. The newcomer, a female Mandalorian bounty hunter, often showed contempt for Jedi and Sith alike, and often spoke to them in Mando'a. She was a testament to her profession, readily ending life and causing destruction whenever credits were involved. Silvis' pureblood companion would regularly comment on the Mandalorian's brutality, and be mocked in return.

The Mandalorian proved to be incredibly capable, able to hold her own even against Jedi, and often took their hands and Lightsabers as trophies. Silvis did not understand why, but did not bother to question it. After more time with the her working alongside them, the Mandalorian invited them to speak with a Sith whom she received her contracts from. Their duties did not allow this meeting for some time, but following their departure from yet another war-torn planet, the Mandalorian led Silvis and the pureblood to meet with her employers. She told them very little; only that they would be working more directly with the Dark Council.

The acolytes he passed eyed him warily, but he didn't give them so much as a passing glance. He was there on behalf of his master, and as such, his mission was his only concern.

He was to find a young Pureblood acolyte named Naghini Al'azshan for evaluation. His master wanted to assess her worth, as she excelled in her studies. If the evaluation went well, she would join Silvis as an apprentice. Initially, Silvis was wary of the potential for favoritism between them, but his master assured him that if this ever came to pass, neither apprentice would ever be aware of it.

He was inclined to trust his master on the matter. Unlike many Sith, especially those with such close ties to the Dark Council, his master had little interest in lies and manipulation for those he allowed to make use of his teachings.

In the main foyer of the Academy he encountered the fiery acolyte; a dark-haired, wiry girl who stood nearly a foot shorter than he. She was halfway down the staircase from the second level of the Academy when he intercepted her, and was met with no small amount of hostility.

He informed her of his purpose there, detailing his master's intent without revealing either his or his master's identities.

"There will be two stages of the evaluation. The first will be the oral evaluation. Here, you will answer a series of questions to familiarize us with you and your experiences, should you be truthful. The second is the prowess evaluation, where I will accompany and observe you on your trials to see your natural combat talent and ability to use the Force."

From the beginning, she had been full of snark and venom, and now was no different, but she agreed to undergo the evaluations nonetheless. They moved to a private chamber on the top floor of the Academy, so as to finish the questioning first.

From this, Silvis learned that she was indeed pure of Sith blood, with no interbreeding occurring in her family history. In addition, many of her family members had succeeded in rising to full Sith, some mastering the use of a Lightaber and others mastering the Force.

He learned that at least one of her elder siblings was focusing their study on the use of the Force, while Naghini concentrated on combat styles and agility. This aside, she had no difficulties in her lessons in the Force. She was not satisfied with the capabilities of her instructors, but accepted their teachings until she could surpass them.

She was not particularly interested in the history to be found in Korriban's tombs, nor knowledge of the accomplishments of ancient Sith Lords. Until that point, Silvis had been happy with her responses, and he made sure that she knew this was not the answer he was hoping for.

Finally, he asked if, presented with a master worthy of her abilities and capable of bringing her to her full potential, she would serve him faithfully until she could forge her own path.

"I should think the answer to that obvious, don't you? I will do whatever it takes to reach my fullest potential."