The Dark Edge of Deep Space
Woken from a deep sleep Lavaeus bolted upright in bed, throwing the sheets back she stormed from her chambers, her saberstaff coming to her hand as she passed through the door.. The three subordinates present froze as the Sith Lord strode nake into the cockpit of the transport. While most recently full of a cold calculated control, the Sith Assassin was known to have bouts of wild rage, whether this was one or not, none of them were interested in being caught staring.
With but a thought, Lavaeus tosses the navigator from his station and onto the floor. Leaning over the console her nimble long fingers tapping across the controls entering a new set of coordinates.
“My Lord”, one of the men gathers the courage to speak, genuinely concerned that something has gone very wrong?
“Prepare to jump to the new coordinates immediately, and I am not to be disturbed until we arrive.” Slowly she turns to them, none raise their eyes, none wanted to test her temper.
Lavaeus stormed out of the room, as she did the navigator turned to look his curiosity winning out over his common sense. The force lightning that was his reward sent his body into spasms and convulsions but was brief. The point was made, his death was unnecessary and wasteful.
Some time later a cautious crewman approached the hatch to her chambers triggering the chime once briefly and waiting for a response. Within moments Lavaeus emerges in her battlegear, buckling the last of the straps on her gauntlets.
“We have arrived.” It wasn’t a question it was a statement that had best be true if he was at her door.
“Yes my Lord, sensors have picked up a derelict vessel, it resembles vessels on record from the last war, an Imperial destroyer.” It was difficult to speak to this Sith, being of an alien race she was quicker to punish and enforcer her authority on human officers from whom she perceived a slight.
Lavaeus simply nods and walks past, continuing to adjust her gear. Lt. Aare followed his lord obediently, not that there was really another safe way to follow a Sith Lord. She clearly expected him to follow as she continued talking.
“How far are we from the ship?”
“We have remained at the position indicated by your coordinates my Lord, as per your instructions on arrival coming to advise you.”
“Very good, you have scanned the vessel.” Once again this was not a question.
“Yes my Lord, odd faint lifesigns difficult to lock onto no more than one based on readings but there are other odd energy signatures. They do not match anything in our database.”
“No they wouldn’t.” Lavaeus stepped into the cockpit at this point. Lt Aare took his place in the co-pilot’s seat.
“Bring us in, find a point where we can dock. I’ll be going in to investigate. You will all maintain your stations until I return.”
Several minutes later the docking port opened to the stale air beyond, the smell of decay and age poured out of the ancient vessel. Yet somewhere beyond she could sense the thing from her dreams.
Drawing her cold rage about her like a cloak she stepped through the docking port and as she strode into the darkness it closed behind her but not before a wisp, an almost invisible mist like presence slipped into her ship.
Lavaeus turned, but the presence was gone from behind her and the one deeper in the ship drew her onward toward her fate.