Shall We?

[Silas Algorn]

The masked Sith teen stood tall, tall for his age that is conversing with a nefarious looking man who might be a bit older than him. It was difficult to tell as Silas wore his mask and robes, his youthful face hidden behind the cold dark metal and his thin albeit it athletically muscular frame concealed beneath his black robes and cloak. The young Sith stood a shade under five feet and seven inches high, which was not particular tall for a full grown man but it wasn't especially short either. The casual onlooker would have no way of knowing that he was a mere fourteen years of age, nor would any opponent. All they would see is the dark clothes, intimidating mask and a lightsaber hanging from a magnetic clip on his belt.

~"Don't underestimate us. You will receive the supplies in a timely fashion."~

The young Sith said perfectly in some outer rim language that was less spoken here on Coruscant, let alone in the upper city where creatures like the young man he was dealing with did not normally dwell. This part of the city however was a place the uninitiated dared not venture. The young man nodded and could be seen raising his finger at the Sith.

~"We Better, for your sake.~"

It was then that Silas cocked his head slightly to the side and his right hand wrapped in a black leather glove tightened. Immediately the taller young man clenched his throat and started gasping for air as Silas stared at him.

"Lets get things nice and clear."

Silas said in basic, before he turned slowly and took a step away from the disrespectful pathetic excuse for a lifeform.

"You work for us. You exist at our discretion and you will get in line and treat us with respect or we will find someone who will. People like you are a credit a dozen, don't think you're special."

He paused and watched as the young man's face contorted as he tried desperately to breathe. He fell to his knees and looked up at Silas, his eyes blood shot.

"Got it?"

The young man mouthed yes and Silas released him. He fell forward gasping for air, in between his gasps Silas felt a ripple in the force, he turned immediately and stared directly down a corridor and at a stack of boxes that had been stacked high enough to potentially conceal a person.

~"We are not alone. Leave immediately, go out the back."~

The young man turned and moved quickly to the exit and Silas moved down the corridor his lightsaber flying into his hand and igniting a sinister blood red. He raised a hand and force pushed the boxes which flew backwards and as they did a figure showed itself deflecting the boxes, blue lightsaber glowing. Silas stared angrily at the figure, he extinguished his blade and shook his head.

"It's just you. What in the hell do you think you're doing you pathetic little Ji'dai?"