twisting the knife(open)

[Neive Undant]

Jedha
Jedha system
Mid rim

Once a desert planet that was controlled by the empire, mostly desolate with a single city as a travel center for the planet. That city, a sacred place to many, was soon destroyed with a display of power that would hold the first of 3 times the Empire has attempted to reach a power that it ultimately lost due to the engagements of the rebellion and the Jedi.
Since the destruction of that city, and most of the planet around it, Jedha became a volcanic wasteland, much like sullust or mustafar. However, even in desolation, in devastation such as this... there was a purpose.

Prazutis' capital shuttle soon came into the remnants of an atmosphere for Jedha, taking it slow as it made an approach to a plot of mostly flat ground near a large cavern on the planet surface. Prazutis could feel a dark presence from the surface of the planet... was there something more to this planet than the single city? Prazutis wasn't sure... but he would soon find out.

Entering the cavern with a new lightsaber in hand, Prazutis thought for a moment. He would need to make this quick if he was going to do this, he thought. He didn't like being in closed areas with only one exit. he didn't like being cornered.
Prazutis followed the cavern until he reached a circular room, one with a single stone pedestal in the middle, and jagged walls surrounding it. This was as good a place as any, he thought, to accomplish his goal.

Prazutis remembered what he had learned about lightsaber crystals when Neive Undant was studying Jedi texts... the way it had to bind with you, and reflected your emotions and proficiency in the force through its color. It's a bond he never held with the lightsaber crystal he had been using up to this point.
Prazutis took out his lightsaber, opening it and slowly opening the crystal chamber. He took out the small, red kyber crystal that held its place within the chamber, setting it aside. He then looked to the hilt of the Jedi's lightsaber he had killed on Spintr... it was a quick battle, but one that earned him what he had longed for.
He let the green crystal fall from the chamber and onto the black stone in front of him, dropping the lightsaber hilt. He observed the crystal before reaching out and touching it.
Immediately, a blast of energy from within the crystal sent Prazutis flying backwards, into the black rock behind him.

[Neive Undant]

Bastion


"Inquisitor, what brings you to the capital?" An imperial officer asked prazutis as his shuttle landed on Bastion. Without a word, the man's cape waded as he passed by the officer towards the chambers of not only the Grand Moff, but also the Sovereign...
Argus Kraiov
Alissa Karn
Doren Vassyl
Rhoden Carbine

The inquisitor's own personal hit list. The people who oppressed the galaxy, the people who turned him into what he now was...
And after these people were dealt with, he would move to his main goal.
Moving towards the quarters of the leadership, Kraiov's and Karn's chambers, a pair of guards dressed in red and holding lightspears stepped towards him, one of them speaking.
"No personnel is to see the Lord Regent without prior arrangement. Please keep moving."
The inquisitor looked over the two men, before he raised a hand, reaching out in the force to their lightspears, using the handles to slam the two into the walls behind them, moving them aside as he unclipped his lightsaber and with a wave of his hand, the door opened.
"What the-" A voice from within the room spoke, Lord Regent Kraiov standing in the middle of the room from his personal desk.
"Who are you and what are you doing in-"
Before the official could finish his demanding question, the red blade of a lightsaber pierced his torso. A look of shock flooded over his face as he stared at the helm of his killer, before falling to the side, lifeless.

retracting his blade, the inquisitor left the room and continued down the hallway, feeling through the force towards his next objective.

Hearing the voice of a young woman, the inquisitor once more waved his hand, the door opening on another chamber, this one significantly larger than the regent's. Within, he saw the Empress, Alissa Karn... tended to by the woman he had heard on his way in.
"Um, hello, can I help you?" The woman stated as she placed herself between the man holding the lightsaber and the child.
Silent as he was when he arrived, the inquisitor reached out with the force again, moving the woman without near as much impetus as with the guards.
Empress Karn turned in the small chair she sat in just in time to see the red beam of plasma ignite from its handle. The inquisitor brought his blade up, ready to swing before he heard the young woman scream.
"No, stop!"
she yelled and grabbed the child, putting herself once more between him and his objective.
For a moment, he thought. This child... she could grow up to be just as evil as her predecessors. However... with the right people as her caretakers, perhaps the oppression within the empire could change. This woman that now protected her... he could feel her aura. She was a good person within... she would raise the child right, even with the power that the girl held.
The inquisitor put away his lightsaber, resting a hand on the woman's shoulder.
"This girl... needs to grow up as a good person. Please... raise her correctly."
He turned and walked out of the room, feeling the baffled look from the woman following him as the frightened girl remained in her embrace.
Walking towards the exit, a group of 6 stormtroopers stood between him and his shuttle.
"Inquisitor. Did you truly execute the Lord Regent?"
He studied the troopers for just a moment before he put out his arm, his hand outstretched. Within a moment, he snapped his fingers, the wiring within their blasters cutting and rendering their weapons useless.
The inquisitor continued forward and heard the clicks of their blasters' triggers failing them. He walked past, hearing one of the commanders radio to the control tower.
"Control, we need air support over the capital, we have a rogue inquisitor, repeat, a rogue inquisitor!"
the troopers were panicked too much to be able to stop the inquisitor on their own. However, it was almost an even battlefield in space.
Or so they thought...

[Neive Undant]

Utopia

"Captain Vassyl, your presence is required immediately. The inquisitor you and Carbine brought into our ranks has gone rogue!"

The inquisitor felt his Shuttle get caught in the tractor beam of the Ultimatum, one of the ships he worked with Vassyl aboard. To his surprise, he had found exactly what and who he was looking for by only returning to the ground of which he spent most of his earlier time. He watched as he was pulled into one of the side hangars, seeing a ransport already held within bearing the insignia for inferno squad.
perfect, he thought.
The inquisitor awaited the dropping of his shuttle's ramp, feeling the life force of a group of troopers in front of the ramp, most likely with their blasters raised. With a swift but firm wave of his hand, the men were sent to the side, sliding across the floor after they stumbled through the air. The inquisitor looked at them a moment to ensure none of them were Carbine, before he set off towards the bridge. He noticed the reluctance in many of the guards and engineers to stop him as he walked towards the bridge, not doing anything to them unless they trained their blasters on him.
Soon enough, without killing a single trooper, The inquisitor arrived at the bridge to find it had been emptied out, besides the presence of Captain Vassyl and the whole of inferno squad.
"Prazutis..." Vassyl growled before turning to face the man.
"Pretzel..." Carbine stared at him, seemingly bored. Both the inquisitor and the captain gave him a glare of annoyance before Vassyl stepped towards the inquisitor.
"How dare you do the things you've done?! The Empire has given you the chance to reach power you never would have anywhere else and you decide to-"
The inquisitor grabbed Vassyl by the throat, hearing the readying of all of inferno squad's blasters around him.
"Let me... go... this instant!"
The inquisitor looked at Captain Vassyl once more before replacing his physical grip with the force's, and pushing him forward...
Glass shattered as Vassyl's body flew into the cold vacuum of space.
"Wrong move." Carbine said before The inquisitor put his hand out, sending him out of another viewport and taking out his blade with his free hand, defending from the onslaught of blaster fire from the other members of inferno squad. They were distressed at the loss of their liutenant, or as they usually addressed him, their commander. However, they hid their feelings as they fired upon their leader's killer.
The inquisitor reached out with the force, gripping the barrels of their guns and aiming them upwards, holding them there.
The inquisitor approached the woman as she tried her hardest to pull her blaster down once more. She looked into the void that lied behind the inquisitor's eye holes within his helm, only making her pull desperately more at her blaster to defend herself.
The inquisitor sliced the barrel of her blaster, then at the pistols at her hips. Once they were rendered useless, he let the remnants of the blaster rifle go, and soon did the same for the other man.
The two stared at him before the woman ran at him, pulling back to swing.
The inquisitor simply put his hand up, sending her back into the other inferno squad member as he entered the elevator, preparing to leave the destroyer. Those two were the only ones who had noticed the two deaths, the inquisitor thought to himself, so he hoped he wouldn't find too much resistance to his ship.

[Neive Undant]

Permafrost
location: unknown

The inquisitor prepared to land his own shuttle on the landing bay of Permafrost's Jedi headquarters. How had he gotten here? Not even he was sure. Perhaps the force had lead him back to this place? Perhaps something had called him there? He wasn't sure... however, with the imperials he had targeted now all taken care of, it was time that he completed his final goal.
He felt a strong light side presence within this place. dozens of Jedi were within this structure, and within the hangar he set down within now, he felt the presence of at least 4, all of them ready to fight.
The loading ramp for the imperial shuttle once more slowly lowered, and in front of it stood 4 Jedi, each with their lightsabers ignited.
Before a step even hit the ground, the sound of metal against metal rang out through the hangar as the inquisitor's lightsaber fell to the ramp and rolled onto the metal and snowy floor of the hangar. The inquisitor walked past the Jedi without a word, and they only looked back at him, baffled and confused by his actions.
The inquisitor retraced his steps from the day he first arrived upon the planet, soon approaching the quarters...
Just down the hall, the inquisitor spotted a brown cloak. Ben Kenobi stood in the hallway, shocked at the figure he looked upon. The same figure who had taken the life of the Jedi knight on Junction.
The inquisitor looked down a moment before unclipping his inquisitorious cape, stepping towards Kenobi. Instantly, the master ignited his blue lightsaber, taking a step back into fighting position. However, the inquisitor stopped a few feet in front of him, dropping to his knees and turning off his voice modulator.
"Master Kenobi... I'm sorry."

[Neive Undant]

"No."
Prazutis looked up at the green crystal that sat on the same pedestal on Jedha, standing and grabbing it. The rage within him surged into the crystal, his hate of the Jedi, his hate of the Galactic Alliance, and even the rage he directs upon himself, the fury pulsed through his armor's arm and into the crystal. Sparks and bolts of electricity shot out from the crystal as it took in the energy forced upon it, and for a few moments, Prazutis felt as if the crystal would explode from the amount of power.
However, after a long while, after his rage had finished pouring into the kyber crystal, it settled within his grip. Slowly turning it, Prazutis observed the crystal, which had went from a bright green to a dark red. He could see within the crystal, a plume of darkness quickly moved through it. He could feel the connection to this energy held within the saber, much more than he could with his old crystal.
Placing the crystal in the glass chamber of his lightsaber, he slowly and meticulously reassembled his hilt, before picking it up and igniting it.
Prazutis looked at the clean, blood red blade, now with a slightly darker color to it. Prazutis sighed as he extinguished his blade, putting his hilt back on his belt loop and walking towards the exit.
That dream he had within this place... it was no vision, Prazutis knew. Visions were to tell the future... and he knew that what he saw would never happen. It was unrealistic, if nothing else. Killing the Lord Regent, his own captain, and that slime that hides behind his now lowered rank? Prazutis would like nothing less than to watch the life leave Carbine's eyes, but he knew that he would never get the chance. At least, not by his own hands...