Clever Bothan

[Maron Salvo]

Maron sat cross legged in his chambers deep in the Sith temple of Korriban. He was focusing his mind, feeling all of the life around him. He could feel the screams of pain, the anger, the hate, the lust of the place. The darkside pulsed long and hard here, like a war drum. He floated slightly off the ground, his black robes with the crimson red trimings touched the ground below him. In front of him was his lightsaber floating at head level. Maron was in a deep trance, he was in deep thought.

He reflected on the battle he had with his now dead Master. The fight was amazing, he completely and utterly destoried the man that once taught him. Maron could feel a smile comming to his face. He remember the power flowing through his body. The hate he felt, the lust for power, that ached at his very being. It felt good to him. It was pure pleasure, watching that husk of a man fry from the endless volts of electricity. Maron then sensed someone comming towards his chambers.

Maron heard a knock. He quickly dropped from the air, stood up, placed his saber on his belt and walked to the door. He did all of this within half a second, and opened the doorway before a second knock could happen. Maron smiled at the Zabrak in front of him. The man's face was painted black with white symbols painted over it. The man's eyes glowed red. "Lord Shar. What do you want with me at a time like this?" Maron spoke to Shar.

Shar looked at Maron, his eyes watching him, and then he took a big breath and finally spoke. "May I come in? We have somthing that needs to be discussed in private, away from curious ears."

"Of course." Maron stepped back letting in Shar, Maron could feel the power in the man, he was a teacher here, not one of the front line sith lords, but he still kept his skills sharp, and his power attuned. When Shar was inside Maron closed the door. "What is it that you have to say?"

"There is a spy on Koriban Maron. Other memebers of the order have failed to capture him. We do know its a bothan male. His a clever one, and he's hidding out on Korriban. So the order believes its time to send a Sith Lord after him. If you can bring him alive that is best, but if you have to kill him, then do it. We believe he might be working for the Senate or the Jedi. We can't think of anyone better for this task, I am sure you will not fail us?" Shar looked at Maron with hate filled eyes, trying to scare Maron.

Maron chuckled. "Do not try to scare me Shar, but I will find this Bothan. He'll suffer more then he can possibly imagine."

"We believe his hiding out at the space port, at the colony. Dreshdae. I will leave you to your hunt Maron." Shar smiled at the large Sith Lord standing in front of him and walked out of Maron's chambers.

Maron smiled and whispered to himself quietly. "If this turns out to be a trap Shar, I'll be sure to make you suffer." Maron and Shar were rivals of sorts.

[Maron Salvo]

Maron was now alone once again in his chambers. He thought about this task he was sent on. To find this Bothan spy. He remembered how Bothans look like dogs a little bit. “I wonder if they like dog treats.” Maron chuckled.

Maron quickly found his black cloak and put it on. It covered his robes and his lightsaber. He smiled as he lifted the black hood over his head. His face now draped in shadow, only his mouth and his yellow eyes glowing from the shadows can be seen. It was as if the shadow wanted to keep his identity a secret.

Maron quickly turned to face the door, he opened it through the force and then left his chambers after closing the door the same way. He walked through the dark halls of the academy. His boots making loud sharp sounds as he walked. Some of the young Sith turned to see who was coming their way and they instantly bowed their heads, recognizing the posture, and the power within the man. His aura when it wasn’t hidden was unmistakable. This man could only be Maron. Maron smiled as he walked by the young Sith. He didn’t even cast his gaze over them, he just walked on by. He wondered if any of the Sith here is worthy to be his apprentice. He figured: most likely not.

Maron continued to walk and he finally existed the academy, the haze colored sky was cloudy today but that still didn’t stop the sun from shining. Maron looked around, he needed a ride. He then saw a transport speeder delivering supplies. He chuckled, and walked to the cockpit. “You going to Dreshdae?” Maron spoke to the pilot.

“Oh Dark Lord.” The man bowed his head in respect to Maron. “Yes I am, you need a ride?” The man was sweating.

Maron smiled as he fed off the mans fear, it felt good like sweet ecstasy. “Yes I can use a ride.” Maron said jumping into the passenger seat.

“Lucky for you Lord?” The man asked.

“Salvo.” The man started sweating a whole lot more when he heard Maron’s last name. Maron was enjoying the feast of emotion he was feeling from this lowly man working for the Sith. “So we going to go, or do I have to do something you’ll regret?” Maron smiled largely keeping his eyes ahead of the speeder.

“Oh yes of course Lord Salvo.” The man’s voice was weak and submitting. He stepped down on the accelerator and the large speeder moved forward.

They were driving for about thirty-minutes when the silence broke. “So Lord Salvo….” The man spoke and Maron smiled at hearing the man trying to make small talk with a Sith Lord. “What’s it like to have all that power being commanded at the whim of your thoughts?”

Maron chuckled, he enjoyed these stupid questions he got from the people on Korriban. Always curious what its like to have the power to obtain total freedom. He decided to enlighten the man. “It is the best feeling in the galaxy.” Maron chuckled, playing a simple mind game with the man, he needed something to pass the time.

The man chuckled weakly, his hands shacking on the controls. “Is it true you can perform the impossible?”

“If I can perform it, that means it isn’t impossible.” Maron smiled at how he just now sounded like a Jedi.

The man went silent. Then he spoke again. “I see. Do I have any force sensitivity?”

Maron arched his left eyebrow and reached out through the force. Maron chuckled. “You’re weaker then people who aren’t even force sensitive.”

“I see.” The man looked down, feeling lowly and useless, compared to the man of power sitting next to him. Maron feed on his suffering like a hungry rancor. He enjoyed the emotions this man was sending. Maron smiled. He just realized he’ll need a ride to get back.

“I have another favor to ask, when we get to the colony could you wait there and drive me back to the temple with some cargo in tow?” Maron asked the weak man.

“Ah, I’m really sorry Lord Salvo but I’m really busy.” The man just gasped when he realized what he just said. Maron smiled darkly.

Maron felt the spark of anger inside of him. “Is that so?” Maron turned to look at the man, his eye’s blazing like a fire from some sort of hell.

“Ah?” The man’s voice was really weak, with a weak laugh, his scared out of his mind.

Maron smiled wider. “I suggest you stop the speeder right now.”

“Anything you want sir.” The man stopped the speeder.

Maron chuckled. “Bye now.” Maron called on the force.

“What?” The man was puzzled, and then suddenly he was launched from the cabin, through the open window and onto the outside dirt of Korriban. He raked his back against the small space of the door and the window.

Maron quickly moved into the drive’s seat and got the speeder moving, he was still an hour away from Dreshdae, at the speeder's max speed. Maron heard the man cursing at him, jumping up and down. Maron chuckled. “You should of did what I asked.” Maron said to himself.