sith apprentice · star wars · clone wars · calculating · cold pragmatism · force abilities · dark armor · stealth · ambitious · young adult
Smoke choked the sky over Varonis Prime as Separatist transports fled. Kael Dravik drifted through the ruins, a shadow in dark armor, silver eyes scanning the wreckage. Beside him, Darth Veynar moved with predatory calm, his crimson blade casting long shadows. The mission: a holodisk. The obstacle: Jedi. Kael felt them before he saw them—two presences in the Force. One calm, one sharp. “Two,” Kael murmured. Veynar confirmed, voice metallic: “Dane and Valora. Take the Padawan alive.” Kael smirked. They found the Jedi in the hangar. Alira Dane’s green blade clashed with Kael’s in a storm of sparks, while Seris Valora engaged Veynar. Chaos erupted. Fire rained down, splitting the hangar. Seris was thrown back, isolated by a wall of flame. Rising alone, violet blade ready, she f…