It was the security guard that entered the council meeting room, the fear hit him first, maybe he was imagining it but he swore that the room was colder than ice, like…death.
The guard raised his blaster pistol as he rounded the corner and… death. Death. DEATH! The guard's vision blurred. DEATH! It echoed through his mind. He collapsed. DEATH! He saw visions, something dark break through the windows, not alerting the alarms. Then death, death, DEATH! The room was littered with the jedi master's corpses. His fear clouded his sanity; it tore into its mind and tormented his soul. Something had happened here. Something unspeakable. DEATH! Blood exploded from his nose, his ears, his eyes and he screamed all his combined fears into one sound. It was the sound of a man who had seen unspeakable horror. When the security guard finally died, he was robbed of fear, for what does a man have to fear after seeing hell itself?
Valdir flung open the doors of the main door of the jedi temple. He left utter carnage in his wake. Blood dripped from his mouth. He headed for his sith infiltrator. In a way, his ship was like him. Unseen, silent and deadly. He reached for a remote hidden in his cloak and opened the door. Valdir walked in through his quarters, the armory and entered the cockpit. He kneeled down in front of the holoprojecter. His master, a sith lord named Darth Rankos, hummed to life on the machine. He was human and face was incredibly pale, grey even, and wore a black sith cloak. Valdir's face secretly twisted with hatred. "Lord Valdir" Darth Rankos spoke, echoing untold power. Valdir continued to stay in his bow to conceal his incredible hatred for his…master. His master's hand shot out, and despite being worlds away, started to force choke Darth Valdir. Valdir was lifted up, defiance raging in his eyes. Yet he was unfeeling. The dark power protected him. Rankos frowned. "You know what I can do." A simple sentence, yet a devastating one to Valdir. Valdir remained smothered in hate. His master sighed and used an incredibly simple force technique. Rankos drained Valdir of his force. This simply means Valdir would find it hard to use the force to choke, to destroy to warn himself of impending events. It causes no pain whatsoever. So easy to counter and learned by so much, most sith and jedi had entirely forgotten it. Valdir screamed as the force was ripped from him. Blood spurted from his mouth as he was lifted into the air simultaneously, splattering the holoprojecter with blood. His pupils instantly disappeared to be replaced with lifeless orbs, pure white. His body was in white-hot agony. He dropped to the floor, weakened beyond a child. Lord Rankos smiled as he watched his apprentice, no his slave shiver and huddle in a pathetic heap. Rankos fed some of the force he had taken back into Valdir. Valdir's heartbeat grew strong. He rose, once again a mighty sith lord. Blood dripped from his mouth. His yellow pupils slowly blurred back into his eyes. "You want to survive, so hunt down the jedi; I don't have to remind you that if you don't you'll feel the same pain today. Do I make myself clear?" Valdir stared into his master's eyes and nodded. Once. The transmission flicked and died. His only weakness. And his master knew it. He made his way to the cockpit. There was jedi to feed on.