Hajibar

*Lord Garren stood in a dark alley, the shadows of the night concealing him from a glancing eye. He watched his target making a shady deal just outside of a rundown cantina. He had been on Foerost for nearly two weeks now, having taken very careful measures to assure his ship had not been detected when entering the planet, or himself when entering the city. He was a Sith Lord, such a feat quite easy for one who held such a title, as playing in the shadow's was their forte. He had been tracking a very crudely dressed Rodian, by the name of Pith. It had taken him until tonight to find him, the little womp rat being difficult to find.

He slid his left hand behind his back, his long fingers slipping around the rough leather hilt of his sword. He gripped it firmly, not yet pulling it from it's sheath. He took several steps to his left, Pith now done with his deal and heading toward the alley. The Rodian was predictable. Lord Garren waited, his black Sith Robes concealing his entire form, becoming one with the shadows. He held his breath as Pith entered the alley, the Rodian not paying attention to his surroundings as he counted the creds he had just received. Once he was only a few feet from Lord Garren, he loosed the blade from its resting place, no sound being made from the soft leather lined sheath. The blade was to Pith's throat before he could even react, his neck pressing against the razor sharp metal edge before stopping in his tracks, having realized what was happening.*

=Pith=
"What is the meaning of this?"

Lord Garren did not speak for several seconds, simply staring in to the Rodians' green eyes. He was reading the man, through logic and the Force. He could sense how weak his mind was. "Two months ago you can across a perculiar item. A tirangular metal box in the shape of a pyramid with no seams. Where is it?" His voice was low and menacing, as well as being mixed with the Force, giving the Rodian a chill unlike any he had likely ever experienced.

=Pith=
"I don't know what you are taking about slimo."

Garren increased the pressure of the blade on his neck, a line of turquoise bloods beginning to slowly drip down the Rodian's neck. "I will not ask again, where is the object?" He changed the angle of the blade slightly, causing a rather deep cut to form just to the left of his windpipe.

=Pith=
"Alright, alright. Some drifter sold me the box. He said he found it on some dead Sith and was probably worth alot of creds. He was wrong though, no one wanted the piece of scrap metal. It is in my office, on my desk. I use it for a flimsi weight, about all it's good for."

Lord Garren grinned beneath his hood. How mindless most beings in the Galaxy were. He turned to leave, lowering the blade to the level of his hip. He heard a sigh of relief come from the Rodian before spinning quicker than the eye could see, his blade seperating Pith's head from his shoulders with only the soft 'swoosh' of air being heard. The head rolled to the end of the alley, the body dropping to its knees before tipping forward, Rodian blood filling the rough alley pavement. It was time to pay the Rodian's office a visit...

Lord Garren had snesed the small group coming before they had even entered the structure. A small grin crept on to his face, for all had gone to plan. When the two burst in to the door, shouting a declaration in to the room, Garren simply placed his hands on the desk, palms down. He stared at the portly fellow as the man's blaster trained on his forehead. These two were no match for a Sith Lord, even a simple Acolyte. Still, he wa snot here to fight, only to gain access to Prakith, and they were his ticket. "Welcome gentlemen. I am Lord Garren, at your service." He grinned slightly, his white teeth catching a stray sliver of light which was cast upon him by the open door. "As for the decapitation, clearly someone who wanted to be noticed. Now how about you get a representative from the Imperial Remenant down here. I can ssure you that no amount of police force would be able to take me anywhere, and I do not plan to leave this spot until I have said what I have to say, to who I have to say it to." He did not move all the while, simply staring at the pair with his yellow-black eyes. He had put just enough power, via the Force, behind his words to make them truly sink in. He was confident the two would not try anything. All he wanted to do was make sure when he was taken in, that it was to the right place. The local precinct would not do. He did not intend to waste time, though it was something he had plenty of.

Never reveal more then needed...

Lord Garren would have his prize...

Lord Garren grinned as the heavy set man squeezed the trigger on his blaster. He drew upon the dark side, allowing it to fill every muscle in his body. He used the fear pouring from the boy to fuel his already vast stores. He was out of the chair and across the room faster then a single flap of a hummingbird's wing. When he was stopped, he was leaning forward, his feet spread wide apart, his right arm fully extended. In his right hand was one of his swords, a thin line of blood accenting the edge of the blade. He sttod there, mere inches from the young boy's face, his partner still standing with his blaster held out toward the now empty seat, his expression still the same.

Garren did not have to turn around to see the line of blood beginning to trickle from the mans neck, growing ever more fierce as the head began to slowly slide off his shoulders. The body then dropped to its knees, the head rolling forward and striking the edge of the desk. It seemed only fair that the man should die in the same manner of the crime he was investigating, and ready to kill the Sith Lord for. In all fairness, he edid warn the man.

With his eyes fixated on the young boy's, he spoke, his voice deep and full of power. "Now then, shall we continue with this useless display of bravado, or are you going to do what I said?" He turned, sheathing his blade and taking a step back toward the chair he had just been seated in, all in the same motion. He knew the boy would not take his eyes off him, and was surely not foolish enough to make the same mistake his partner did. He stepped over the lifeless body, walking through a pool of blood before reaching the chair, lowering himself in to it once again. He placed his hands back on the desk, palms down, once again staring at the boy. "Well?"

Lord Garren used the Force to levitate the radio to him, using it to hold it in front of him. He began to use the force to press down the transmitter when a vision suddenly hit him. When one had been alive for as long as he had, and had subjected his soul to the Force countless times, it effected a man. He was so intertwined in the Force, simply accessing it would sometimes cause visions to come. He did not mean for them to, it was just a price he payed. Most of the time the visions had nothing to do with him, though he knew they were speaking to him, At times he would try and interpret them, but most the time he focused on his current path. This vision, however, he could not ignore.

On one side, a dark tranquility hung over a scarcely populated planet, on the other, chaos. fighters weaved through formations of capital ships and corvettes. Small fires snuffed out as fast as they formed in the deaths of the ships, scrap and drifting chunks of armor littered the orbit. Flashes of light blinded from the turbolasers and ion cannons. All the while, hooded eyes watched in the background, glowing hues of many colors, a traingular box above them.

Lord Garren growled as he recognized the planet, it was Prakith, the planet he was trying to get to. He did not know the circumstances surrounding the battle, or if it was even happening now. What he did know is he needed to get there, soon. He used the Force to press down the transmitter, his voice deep and dark as he spoke. "Fine, I am coming out. I would advise against trying to restrain me though, just ask Dav." He hurled the radio against the wall with a flick of his chin, hearing it slam against the wall as he made his way out the door, down the stairs, and out the front door of the building. Cops, pests in his way. For now, however, he would tolerate them...

Lord Garren laughed at the spectacle before him. He slowly raised his hands, while doing so he sent out a pulse in the Force, disabling any recording devices that might be active. A few lights were likely to go out as well, and likely even the megaphone. He had not remained anonymous by being careless. "Well Sargent, that would be a site to see." He laughed as he approached the truck, He entered it, flashing the man a very evil grin as he lowered himself on to one of the metal benches. He placed his hands in his lap, hand over hand.

He knew he was in no danger, which is why he agreed to being transported as such. They would need more then a few dozen blasters to hope to stand against a Sith Lord, especially one such as himself. This was simply the quickest and less messy way in getting to Prakith, something he knew he must do soon before he misse dhis window of opportunity. He risked his identity being exposed to this Imperial Remenant, but it was a risk he was willing to take. If they seemed to pose any threat, he could always just wipe them out. For now, however, he was just fine with cooperating.