Daegal Murdoch
Jun 8th, 2002, 08:44:19 PM
Hatred.
This was said to be the lifeline of a Sith, and it was surely true for Daegal Murdoch. By channeling and controlling his hatred through guidance from his Master, Daegal had ascended to the rank of Knight within the Empire. He knew that moving forward from here would require constant dedication, and continuing improvement of his training and skills. It was because of that drive, the need to increase his power, to further the glory of his Master, and his Empire, that Daegal was making the trip that he was today.
Courascant. To most, it was a beautiful city with a tremendous past. Dating all the way back to the Clone Wars and before, it housed some of the most prestigious organizations in the galaxy. Everything from the ancient Jedi Council to the Republic Senate run by then Chancellor Palpatine had been housed on this planet. To the Sith riding the refugee transport down to the surface, however, it was merely a stepping stone on the way to greatness. He had mastered the use of the single saber, and so today, he was gathering parts to move on to the next level of training...the famed double bladed saber.
From the days of the ancient Sith Lord Darth Bane, Sith had worked in secrecy, enacting their deadly plans from the cover of darkness. Striking an enemy when they least expected it was part of the thrill, and part of what made Sith the greatest of all forces. Daegal knew that word got around the galaxy quickly, and so he wished to keep his newest mission as secret as possible. This is why he had come to this planet. To employ the services of someone to do the risky work, so that if anything went wrong, he could continue to carry on his plan without anyone knowing of it.
The doors to the refugee ship opened with a swoosh, but none of the hungry, poor people moved. They waited for this mysterious man in a black cloak, who commanded respect by his very presence, to exit first. Once he had exited the shuttle, the Sith Knight made his way toward the nearest speeder parking area. He saw a man getting out of a brand new speeder, one of the faster models released recently. Daegal walked over to the man, and demanded the access key code. When the man refused, Daegal merely broke his neck and got into the speeder. The Sith inserted a small datapad into the slot on the dash, and the speeder started up.
Maneuvering the speeder with reflexes that could only be driven by the Force, Daegal pulled the speeder out and began zooming through the busy city. He had studied the maps on his journey, and he knew what his destination was. He was headed for a bar, one of the seedier ones on the planet, near the surface. This was the hangout for the two men that he sought, the two that he had spent so much time researching. The two that were to aid him in the completion of his plan. Buildings and other speeders whizzed by overhead and below as the Sith Knight maneuvered at top speed, nearing his destination.
As the last of the buildings were passed before the bar, Daegal slowed the speeder and landed on the ground. He got out and walked slowly, confidently toward the bar. He knew his purpose, and he knew that he would accomplish his mission...at all costs.
This was said to be the lifeline of a Sith, and it was surely true for Daegal Murdoch. By channeling and controlling his hatred through guidance from his Master, Daegal had ascended to the rank of Knight within the Empire. He knew that moving forward from here would require constant dedication, and continuing improvement of his training and skills. It was because of that drive, the need to increase his power, to further the glory of his Master, and his Empire, that Daegal was making the trip that he was today.
Courascant. To most, it was a beautiful city with a tremendous past. Dating all the way back to the Clone Wars and before, it housed some of the most prestigious organizations in the galaxy. Everything from the ancient Jedi Council to the Republic Senate run by then Chancellor Palpatine had been housed on this planet. To the Sith riding the refugee transport down to the surface, however, it was merely a stepping stone on the way to greatness. He had mastered the use of the single saber, and so today, he was gathering parts to move on to the next level of training...the famed double bladed saber.
From the days of the ancient Sith Lord Darth Bane, Sith had worked in secrecy, enacting their deadly plans from the cover of darkness. Striking an enemy when they least expected it was part of the thrill, and part of what made Sith the greatest of all forces. Daegal knew that word got around the galaxy quickly, and so he wished to keep his newest mission as secret as possible. This is why he had come to this planet. To employ the services of someone to do the risky work, so that if anything went wrong, he could continue to carry on his plan without anyone knowing of it.
The doors to the refugee ship opened with a swoosh, but none of the hungry, poor people moved. They waited for this mysterious man in a black cloak, who commanded respect by his very presence, to exit first. Once he had exited the shuttle, the Sith Knight made his way toward the nearest speeder parking area. He saw a man getting out of a brand new speeder, one of the faster models released recently. Daegal walked over to the man, and demanded the access key code. When the man refused, Daegal merely broke his neck and got into the speeder. The Sith inserted a small datapad into the slot on the dash, and the speeder started up.
Maneuvering the speeder with reflexes that could only be driven by the Force, Daegal pulled the speeder out and began zooming through the busy city. He had studied the maps on his journey, and he knew what his destination was. He was headed for a bar, one of the seedier ones on the planet, near the surface. This was the hangout for the two men that he sought, the two that he had spent so much time researching. The two that were to aid him in the completion of his plan. Buildings and other speeders whizzed by overhead and below as the Sith Knight maneuvered at top speed, nearing his destination.
As the last of the buildings were passed before the bar, Daegal slowed the speeder and landed on the ground. He got out and walked slowly, confidently toward the bar. He knew his purpose, and he knew that he would accomplish his mission...at all costs.