Thanâso was walking side by side with Milica. LS-10 was buzzing beside them. The remote droid had been Thanâsoâs companion and protector for years. He could think of no better way of rewarding it than to let it watch over his sister now.
The huge towers of Kaas City towered over them. The lord had ditched the trooper assigned to protecting him so they could visit Liracen. They still had to keep the meetings with their older sister secret. One day he would change that.
War was in his spirit, but this was his heart. He needed this. He needed some time away from being lord Sciriato. His service to the Empire demanded much of him, his younger sister seemed taller every time he saw her. He was forced to miss much of her life so he would make sure to visit whenever he could.
âCome on Thanny,â the girl said, pulling him along. âI know a shortcut to the shuttle.â Thanâso smiled. âAre you that eager to get rid of me?â he asked. The girl grinned. âNo, I want to show you something cool me and Eless came up with!â The trio moved to Kaas cityâs alleys. âAre you sure this is right?â Thanâso asked after they passed several deserted streets.
A cloaked man suddenly appeared from a side alley ahead of them. Thanâso frowned, he could sense malice through the force. The man looked up, revealing a t-visor in the style the cultists wore. âMilica, stand back,â Than'so warned. âWhatâs wrong?â the little girl asked, grabbing his sleeve tightly, realizing something was wrong.
Thanâso started to back away and glanced over his shoulder. More cloaked individuals appeared from that side, they were boxing him in. His eyes darted around, he needed  a spot to hide his little sister. There was none. The pureblood girl kept tugging his sleeve. âThanâso, Iâm scared,â she whispered.
Lord Sciriato looked down and yanked his sleeve away. âGrab your saber,â he instructed. âStay by my side.â He took two sabers from his own off his belt then motioned at LS-10. âGet Paltrow,â he ordered. The remote flew straight up as the masked man leapt at them.
The combatant activated his purple saber mid air and aimed it straight at the girl. Sciriato raised his fist and sent a powerful force wave at him, sending him back from where he came. He could sense the rest of the assailants closing in from behind. He decided he might manage to scare them off, if he was brutal enough. He spun on his heel and charged forward. His red blades moved in an erratic flurry of strikes. This group was using shock pikes to block his blows. Good, he thought, spinning away and reversing back to lance his saber at the cultists. He longed to release himself to the force and let the dark side sweep him up but he had to keep an eye on Milica.
The little girl had run to catch up, her blade readied but unused, she hid behind her brother. âHeâs coming back!â she shouted. Sciriato had already sensed the masked man returning to the fight. Thanâso dropped one of his weapons mid swing and spun to grab Milica with his free arm. He launched himself into a force flip, over the masked man, exchanging a jab as he tumbled past. Â
The cultists were all one one side as Thanâso landed. âRun,â he whispered to Milica. The girl obeyed. Sciriato scowled and turned back towards the cultists, cutting an x through the air. âLetâs try this now,â he whispered, feeling the dark side rise in him like a bloodied tide. He raised his saber in a two handed grip and prepared to charge.
A frightened scream drew him back into himself. He turned to see Milica ensnared by an electro-net. The current cutting into her skin. An armored mandolorian stood next to her, keeping the net charged. The Sith started to move when the masked man flew over him. He extended his blade and Thanâso advanced, scything his weapon at his opponentâs knees. The man spun away and Thanâso followed with an upward stroke. Again the man spun away, blade helt low.
Milica screamed. The Sith was seeing red now. He needed to help Milica, he needed to save his sister. He snarled and started forward again, a shock pike caught the back of his leg instead and he fell down.
Another scream. The cultists swarmed him, jabbing their pikes at him, rapidly overwhelming his senses. Milica screamed again. "Thanny!" He kicked out at one of the cultistâs knees then grabbed an arm and pulled. The cultists fell on him, forming a shield. More screams. Left with no weapons, the Sith tore at the manâs throat with his teeth. More shocks. Finally a boot found the side of the Sithâs head and his world started turning black.
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