1. Intercept the Collectives Weapon and ammo Crates
2. Steal the Crates
3. Get back to the freighter with the supplies alive
Outer Rim Space
Calenhad and Syntari made their way from the docking hangar and walked towards one of the conference rooms aboard the Damnation. They had recently received instructions from Tasha’Vel to meet with her aboard the damaged flagship. Calenhad adjusted his goggles to make sure they were correctly in place as he confidently walked down the small corridor towards the Conference room. Silently walking behind was Syntari. She had her hood thrown over her to cover most of her features. Most looking would have seen a pair of white eyes staring at them. She walked with a purpose, though it still seemed she was missing a lot of details. Still, she was summoned by Tasha’Vel and she could find out once she arrived. Finally, they had arrived to the conference room and entered through the metallic door. To the right of the room stood the sapphire-skinned Twi’lek. She was wearing dark robes with the hood drawn back showing her face. As she looked at the two, her face showed no emotion as she spoke.
“Congratulations, you have both passed the qualifying exam and are now blackguards. That was the easy part. Your training will begin shortly, but first there is the matter of indoctrination. In order to do that you will be tattooed by the Consul himself, Bentre Stahoes.”
As they looked to the right, they could see a human male looking out the nearby window at the stars. His presence was cold and detached, until he noticed the duo approached him. As he slowly turned around, several scars could be seen etching across his face. Most notable were the clawing scars running up and down vertically across his eyes. Dark brown hair, tinged with a few streaks of grey, covered his left eye. He studied the two a moment before speaking.
“Who amongst you two will be the one to guard me?” Bentre Stahoes inquired.
“Syntari Bastiayn is the current Champion of the Blackguard. She will be guarding you, Consul.” Tasha answered, gesturing sideways to the Umbaran without breaking her gaze.
Stahoes raised an eyebrow as he absent-mindedly fingered the leather-wrapped lightsaber at his side. “Very well, Syntari. I once held the same duty that you currently hold. I hope that you will continue to prove yourself capable in the role. If you have proven your worth by Tasha’Vel,” the man’s eyes flashed with humor as he glanced at the Rollmaster, “you hold my confidence.” Something barely hinting at a smile twisted at the edge of the Consul’s mouth before he turned to watch space. “Was there something else that you needed?”
“Well there is the matter of tattooing the insignia of the Blackguard. As I said Bentre will be engraving the symbol onto your flesh. So where would you like him to place it?” Tasha replied as she looked towards the duo.
Looking up at the Consul, Syntari spoke quietly. “I will take the tattoo on my left wrist.” She extended her left arm and uncovered her left wrist.
Bentre turned from the window and walked over to Syntari. With a bit of concentration, lightning began to crackle from his fingertips. “This is going to hurt.” He stated as he began to burn the blackguard’s pattern into her left wrist. Syntari gritted her teeth as she smelled her freshly charred flesh. In a matter of moments, Bentre had finished the job. Looking down at her wrist, Syntari saw the new tattoo burned cleanly onto her wrist. She then covered her wrist again and stood waiting.
“And what about you, Calenhad?”
The Kel Dor exposed his left shoulder and bowed slightly. “I will take the mark here.”
“Very well.” Bentre then proceeded to etch the mark into his shoulder.
Calenhad felt intense pain traveling up his left shoulder as Bentre worked on the tattoo. He smiled while his eyes danced in ecstasy as the delicious smell of his burning flesh filled his nostrils.
Bentre was a bit taken aback as he noticed how much Calenhad was enjoying the pain. He finished and returned to the window seemingly unaffected.
“Is there anything else you need Tasha’Vel?”
“No that is all, Thank you Bentre.”
“Then I will take my leave.” He replied as he strode out the door.
Tasha’vel turned her attention to the two still standing in the room.
“All right my two Blackguards now that you have been branded, we are going to be training. For this we will be doing a lot of work and you both will be working together as partners for now. I have received word that there is a shipment of supplies for the Collective that is in Nar Shadda. These supplies are weapons and ammo. Our job is to intercept and steal the crates. I will have a freighter ready to take away the crates, but I will need you both to intercept and steal it for me. As a Blackguard, you are responsible for guarding the Consul and the ProConsul. In order to test your abilities, I am taking you into live action and real battle. This isn’t just some holo-program that protects you. These people are real and they will try to kill you. If you fail, you are dead. There is no coming back from this. Either you kill them or be killed yourself. That is your test. Now do you object?”