Destroying the Past. *Locked to hunterventress *
It has been two standard days since he found himself landing on the Sith forsaken planet of Rattatak. Barren wasteland, couldn't even come close to describing this wretched place. But his never ending search brought him here and he wasn't about to turn away now because of some foolish lingering memories of the past. Though simular in some ways to Tatooine, in others it is by far different. While the desert planet was harsh and cruel in it's own right it was nothing compared to this. It is as though even the soil itself thirsted for blood here. Not that it matter, in truth he'd be more then happy to spill it, especially if it was the Jedi he now sought.
But as always they are a step ahead of him. Leaving the Sith Lord to tear through the makeshift hovel that has been left in such haste he swears he can still feel the heat coming from the firepit. Cursing to himself he scans the region once more looking for signs and clues, anything that would reveal their next course of action or movement. However they know they are being hunted and so it makes them careful as they leave no trace of their departure.
With his patience now worn dangerously thin he prepares to return to his ship once more. Deciding it is best to return to the nearby city he surmises that one of the locals is certain to know something that would prove of use. Especially considering their hasty departure.
However something stops the dark Lord as he pauses sensing something unusual within the force. Like a dark whirlwind that seems to carry a familar aura he has once felt before. Frowning he furrows a brow his thought reconizing the signature from a warrior he once encountered years ago. In the days when he was still feared but held no real power. In the days when he was still a weak fool following a path that gave him nothing but pain. Though at the time he thought he had removed her over the years he soon learnt how wrong he was, though oddly enough their paths had never again crossed.
Though normally he would have sought to destroy her as he is about to do to the Jedi he seeks, something stops him. She served Count Dooku in the past and held no love for the Jedi; perhaps her hatred of the Jedi could prove useful. After all this was her territory, therefore she would have eyes and ears everywhere.
With this thought in mind he swiftly returns to his Tie fighter deciding that as ironic as this may be she would be the first choice to gather information on the ones he seeks to destroy. For as much as Lady Asajj hated the Jedi, she obviously hadn't had much luck destroying this particular group. That much he could acertain. Perhaps the trick is to pool their resources together and through that they would ensure proper victory and destruction of their enemies.
Soon he takes to the air as he quietly pushes down the last of the memories that continue to linger reminding him of the days long gone by, when he had less in common with the Dark Jedi and more with the prey he hunts.
But as always they are a step ahead of him. Leaving the Sith Lord to tear through the makeshift hovel that has been left in such haste he swears he can still feel the heat coming from the firepit. Cursing to himself he scans the region once more looking for signs and clues, anything that would reveal their next course of action or movement. However they know they are being hunted and so it makes them careful as they leave no trace of their departure.
With his patience now worn dangerously thin he prepares to return to his ship once more. Deciding it is best to return to the nearby city he surmises that one of the locals is certain to know something that would prove of use. Especially considering their hasty departure.
However something stops the dark Lord as he pauses sensing something unusual within the force. Like a dark whirlwind that seems to carry a familar aura he has once felt before. Frowning he furrows a brow his thought reconizing the signature from a warrior he once encountered years ago. In the days when he was still feared but held no real power. In the days when he was still a weak fool following a path that gave him nothing but pain. Though at the time he thought he had removed her over the years he soon learnt how wrong he was, though oddly enough their paths had never again crossed.
Though normally he would have sought to destroy her as he is about to do to the Jedi he seeks, something stops him. She served Count Dooku in the past and held no love for the Jedi; perhaps her hatred of the Jedi could prove useful. After all this was her territory, therefore she would have eyes and ears everywhere.
With this thought in mind he swiftly returns to his Tie fighter deciding that as ironic as this may be she would be the first choice to gather information on the ones he seeks to destroy. For as much as Lady Asajj hated the Jedi, she obviously hadn't had much luck destroying this particular group. That much he could acertain. Perhaps the trick is to pool their resources together and through that they would ensure proper victory and destruction of their enemies.
Soon he takes to the air as he quietly pushes down the last of the memories that continue to linger reminding him of the days long gone by, when he had less in common with the Dark Jedi and more with the prey he hunts.