Four hours after sunset and the full moon and widely scattered stars in the sky above were the only light to see by outside of the confines of the city. A ripple of familiar presences moving through the lower levels of the club alerted Romax to the return of his agents, his spies. Gently and deftly, borne from years of practice he disentangled himself from the naked body of Dru, who slept soundly beside him, and the single sheet that covered her. Slipping into a pair of silk pants that he normally used for working out or meditation, he quietly slipped out of the room and headed up to the main floor the Asylum Club, to where he knew his men would be waiting for him. Moving over to the huge picture window that looked out over the city, he knew what the return of his men meant. ?When do they plan on leaving?? Romax asked quietly.
The voice that answered him came out of thin air, both of his agents wearing ancient Sith stealth suits that rendered them invisible to the naked eye. ?They plan on leaving within the hour, Lord Pol. Your orders??
Romax turned to stare at the man, his vision enhanced by the Force to show him exactly where both of them stood. ?You are to remain here with the rest of the men. When I am ready for you I will send a signal. Bring the transports and enough temporary collars for everyone that you?ve seen, just to be safe.? Romax smiled at the men, something dark and twisted that made even these hardened men shiver where they stood. ?Tonight I will revel in the pain of others, their screams of terror and anguish as they watch those they love vanish before their eyes, possibly never to return again.? He began to laugh softly as he turned back to face the window, dismissing the two men with a simple wave of his hand.
Staring out into the night Romax picked an area of the forest about six miles away from the city, far enough that it would be very hard for anyone who may escape him initially to make it back to tell the tale before he could catch up with them. Dropping deep into the Force he began to concentrate on that area, focusing his thoughts to a single purpose and letting his power grow and expand as it was fueled by his anger and hatred and passions. What he did next didn?t really come from the Force, but it was an ancient trick of the Sith that was passed down through the millennia. He slowly manipulated the weather in the area he chose, raising a bank of fog a good three miles in every direction. The thickest part would be in the center, of course, while it would be lighter and lighter the further out you went. That caravan was going to be walking into a trap that he?d been meticulously planning for weeks and there was no one who would be able to save them now. Coming back to himself he began to laugh louder as he turned away and headed off to prepare himself for a night of fun.
The voice that answered him came out of thin air, both of his agents wearing ancient Sith stealth suits that rendered them invisible to the naked eye. ?They plan on leaving within the hour, Lord Pol. Your orders??
Romax turned to stare at the man, his vision enhanced by the Force to show him exactly where both of them stood. ?You are to remain here with the rest of the men. When I am ready for you I will send a signal. Bring the transports and enough temporary collars for everyone that you?ve seen, just to be safe.? Romax smiled at the men, something dark and twisted that made even these hardened men shiver where they stood. ?Tonight I will revel in the pain of others, their screams of terror and anguish as they watch those they love vanish before their eyes, possibly never to return again.? He began to laugh softly as he turned back to face the window, dismissing the two men with a simple wave of his hand.
Staring out into the night Romax picked an area of the forest about six miles away from the city, far enough that it would be very hard for anyone who may escape him initially to make it back to tell the tale before he could catch up with them. Dropping deep into the Force he began to concentrate on that area, focusing his thoughts to a single purpose and letting his power grow and expand as it was fueled by his anger and hatred and passions. What he did next didn?t really come from the Force, but it was an ancient trick of the Sith that was passed down through the millennia. He slowly manipulated the weather in the area he chose, raising a bank of fog a good three miles in every direction. The thickest part would be in the center, of course, while it would be lighter and lighter the further out you went. That caravan was going to be walking into a trap that he?d been meticulously planning for weeks and there was no one who would be able to save them now. Coming back to himself he began to laugh louder as he turned away and headed off to prepare himself for a night of fun.