sith apprentice · star wars · clone wars · calculating · cold pragmatism · force abilities · dark armor · stealth · ambitious · young adult
Smoke strangled the sky over Varonis Prime as Separatist transports scrambled for escape. Kael Dravik ghosted through the ruins, a shadow clad in dark armor, his silvered eyes dissecting the wreckage. Beside him, Darth Veynar moved with a predator's calm, his crimson blade etching long, bloody shadows across the ground. The objective was a holodisk. The impediment was Jedi. Kael sensed them before sight confirmed it—two presences in the Force. One a placid lake, the other a sharpened blade. 'Two,' Kael murmured, the word barely audible. Veynar's confirmation was a metallic rasp: 'Dane and Valora. The Padawan is to be taken alive.' A cold smirk touched Kael's lips. They found the Jedi in the hangar. Alira Dane's green blade screamed against Kael's in a hurricane of sparks, while Seris Va…