It was a warm, sun filled day on Alderaan, the sunlight shining down on House Rist. In the west wing, three figures walked quietly through the halls as they were escorted to the new head of House Rist, Lady Ciaran Rist. Though none of them knew that yet. With Icelus' murder of Thorne Rist, Lord and Head of House Rist, the control of the House would shift to the Lady Ciaran. Or so it should. Icelus was sure that there were several members of the House who would object vociferously to her assuming the mantle of command. He'd be sure to silence them forever.
He was wearing his long black robes and body armor, trimmed in red - the hood up, hiding his face from casual view. He was emanating an aura of dread, allowing the Dark Side of the Force to make anyone around him uneasy - unless they were accustomed to it. Thankfully, Liya and Marcus were used to his theatrics. Those two came behind him, Marcus in his full body armor and twin blaster pistols on his hips. Beside him, his wife and Icelus' daughter Liya strode beside her husband in her full regalia. Black armor and black body suit with her long barrel rifle on her back. The overall appearance of the group was of professional danger.
Boot heels clicking on the marble floor and echoing off the walls, they were escorted back to the personal office of Lady Ciaran. Once inside, they were left alone to wait for her arrival. Whilst they waited, Icelus reached to his belt, pulling a small black device from it. Activating it, all video capture and microphone devices within the office would be rendered useless. Seeing that it was operating as expected, he returned it to his belt and stood there, quietly waiting for Ciaran to arrive.
They didn't have long to wait, as within five standard minutes, she whisked through the door, a well rehearsed smile on her face. With the door closed and secured, Icelus finally pulled back his hood, his eyes boring into the Soul of Liya's mother. He wasted no time, and entirely skipped the pleasantries.
"He's dead. I'd advise getting off world - immediately."
He was wearing his long black robes and body armor, trimmed in red - the hood up, hiding his face from casual view. He was emanating an aura of dread, allowing the Dark Side of the Force to make anyone around him uneasy - unless they were accustomed to it. Thankfully, Liya and Marcus were used to his theatrics. Those two came behind him, Marcus in his full body armor and twin blaster pistols on his hips. Beside him, his wife and Icelus' daughter Liya strode beside her husband in her full regalia. Black armor and black body suit with her long barrel rifle on her back. The overall appearance of the group was of professional danger.
Boot heels clicking on the marble floor and echoing off the walls, they were escorted back to the personal office of Lady Ciaran. Once inside, they were left alone to wait for her arrival. Whilst they waited, Icelus reached to his belt, pulling a small black device from it. Activating it, all video capture and microphone devices within the office would be rendered useless. Seeing that it was operating as expected, he returned it to his belt and stood there, quietly waiting for Ciaran to arrive.
They didn't have long to wait, as within five standard minutes, she whisked through the door, a well rehearsed smile on her face. With the door closed and secured, Icelus finally pulled back his hood, his eyes boring into the Soul of Liya's mother. He wasted no time, and entirely skipped the pleasantries.
"He's dead. I'd advise getting off world - immediately."
