Nightfall. The time when the majority of the world falls into an unsuspecting sleep. An attempt to recover from the day's events and rest for whatever tomorrow was to bring. When all of one's worries disappear for a few hours under the cover of the night's sky.
Nightfall, yes nightfall was the assassin's friend.
Kir'tos timed his breathing to the lapping of the waves against the metal platform that famously made up Manaan's capital of Ahto City. It was quiet and the young Sith apprentice raised his head from beneath his black robes to taste the sea air.
The sea was unsettling to the Prince, uncertain of what enemies could rise from it's black depth. An assassin must always be aware of their surroundings and a planet completely engulfed by ocean presented many questions.
He wore simple black robes and a black tunic, no armor. It was one of the few things that Kir'tos believed the Jedi got right, no armor. Armor was betraying, it was heavy and noisy, restrictive. There were other ways to shield oneself from blasterfire.
This would be fairly easy, the base was home to Manaan's planetary senator and he was Kir'tos' target. He was to take the senator and return him to his mother to be used as a hostage.
The base loomed over the lean twi'lek as he walked along the perimeter of it, the power of the force hiding him from the potential passing guard.
"Ah. There you are."
A cracked window was all he needed, he would go in, grab his target and leave without anyone realizing.
Be a shadow.
Kir'tos was tall and lean and light on his feet. He rocked on to the toes of his boots and reached out to the force, launching himself off the ground and grabbing on to the window with one hand. Reaching above himself with his free hand, Kir'tos slid the window open the rest of the way and pulled himself through.
One might wonder why the Prince who some may say was bred to fight would not choose to storm the base and kill everyone in his sight. But it boiled down to one of the most important lessons his master had ever imparted on him. To choose your most profitable battles.
The Selkath Senator lay in his bed asleep, as Kir'tos approached his bed palming the hilt of his saberstaff. He could sense that the guards outside the bedroom door were half asleep, it was his time to strike.
Kir'tos knelt down next to the Selkath and placed his lightsaber against the man's throat and punched him awake.
"Good morning Senator. Do not scream or it will be the last sound you ever make."