The still flickering embers of ash rained down upon the rooftops of the mighty towers that stretched far above the clouds of Corusant. Proton-Torpedoes came hammering down in return; dropped by the legions of bombers that ripped through the atmosphere. Their mission not to destroy, but rather to terrorise.
Meanwhile on the landing pad of the Imperial Palace a duel of ideologies still raged on. Lord Tidus, through his iconic death mask, stared down at the older Knight. The Knight tightened his grip, clearly losing his patience with the one-sided fight.
“It seems you are failing your own code, Jedi…” Tidus chanted, his voice clams and still.
The older Jedi lunged blindly at Tidus, hoping to catch him off guard. Tidus had already predicted such an attack and moved to counter. Then with a puff of crimson mist, the knight fell to his knees.
The younger Knight cried out the other’s name, rushing to his aid. Tidus, using the force pushed him over the edge of the high-rise, narrowly grabbing hold of the side in time.
He took a small glance at the burning streets below before summoning the power to jump back up. There Tidus was waiting for him, clapping.
“I must say, that was impressive. I was certain that you had met your end.”
@Vas KhaleenMarell smiled. Certain with herself. She knew very well that she was speaking the truth.
“Seven-Seven-Nine-Three-One Alpha. That is your brother’s prison identification number. I know because I sentenced him myself.”
“Now, we have that out of the way; I have received reports that your target was last seen somewhere near Mygeeto. So that would be the most logical place to start looking.”