The Black Spire halted from hyperspace, to see a pleasure cruiser as well as an imperial ship break away.
Back on the bridge of the ship- looking forward through the viewpane- across the acutely pointed corvette- Dastan stood, witness to missing their quarry by mere seconds.
His fist tightened, and in his mind, imagined cutting the navigational nodes in twine with his blade. Though he simply exhaled. Bottling this rage. The tall alien was standing beside him, and the pilot turned to state
-"My lord, we've arrived, but it appears that the Imperial ship ha-"
"Yes i see that quire clearly, thank you lieutenant!" he turned, and before he could bark his next order through his helmet's vocabulator- he felt something. His actions stopped immediately, and he stood motionless for a mere second.
A flicker in the mind- an image flash- Internal Starship architecture and surroundings. Familiar. Then a face, young. Completely unfamiliar... though unintelligible features- like the vision was looking through frosted glass. This was accompanied by an emotional snapshot that called to him. Fear. Anger.... suffering. This person... was able to use the force. Though it felt wild- and chaotic. Like ink dripping into a glass of water- the taint of emotion in that force signature was like a scent Dastan could almost see.
Finding force hopefuls for the Order of the Sith was a large priority to Dastan. The numbers of the Order were tiny at current state, after a debilitating refresh button was struck by the previous lord- that meant every potential acolyte was highly prized.
Was that....? His head turned back to the glasteel panel, viewing the empty space that used to be a cruiser and an imperial ship-
It was....
The sensations- A twinge in the force... Something this Sith was accomplished in was finding things. This transferred into the force, as well. At an early point in his career with the Sith Order, he was gifted with the ability to sense out force users, and especially if they were latent and untrained. This was that feeling- like a strange pluck of a string on a nonexistent harp.
He would need to take time to meditate to get a clearer vision on this individual he glimpsed in his vision. But for now-
"Actually- did anyone pick up the designation of that Imperial ship?" He looked to the side of the room, where external security scans are usually run.
Black uniformed male turned in their chair and looked to Dastan-
"We can get more information on visual scan playback upon exiting hyperspace. We'll double check momentary scans."
His head nodded in gesture- "Make it happen." He turned in place to face the tall Alien. His black and steely helmet reflected some of the lights on the bridge as he turned. "Venari, once we get anything, see if we can leverage our Imperial contacts to see where that ship went. There's something aboard that is very...very important to us."
She smiled a razor-sharp toothy grin, and nodded, gently closing her black and gold eyes.
