The informant he had just dominated informed the dark warrior that Karr was lying low in the underbelly of Corusant, which suited Firias just fine. He would be able to move freely with his dark powers paving the way for him without the eyes of would-be authorities following his wake.
Authorities could be such a bother, that is by slowing him down by way of dying upon his lightsaber.

His typical method of barrel in and overwhelm with force could not be feasibly but to use in this dark underworld of the city, however, due entirely to the population density. Firias knew his power was great, but not that great… not yet.

He moved his way through the throngs of obscure humanoids, who parted before him almost subconsciously, though some more notably whenever they met his furious gaze. He was on the tail of yet another lead that could prove fruitful in his hunt for Dargo Karr, who was a surprisingly deft hunt. It seemed this Karr was able to see Firias’s moves before ever he made them. The only headway he seemed to gain was undoubtedly due to his brutal approach to interrogation.

There is only so much a sentient mind can handle when its assailant understands more than just physical pain.

Through the Dark Side he could feel the fear of his quarry. He was gaining ground. Suddenly it seemed as the incessant din of voices, shouts, screams, and threats that pervade the underworld of the planet city took on a new timbre. Bodies pressed wildly against him in an attempt to flee some unknown horror that was coming up the street towards Firias. His senses were briefly overwhelmed by the fear of the throng pushing towards him. As he deftly moved through the mass of horrified bodies surging forward, he heard a deafening roar. A beast had escaped from an illegal trafficking cartel not far down the lane.

 “Someone has misplaced their rancor.” He smiled humorlessly, at war with himself. If he stopped and felled the beast, it would fill him with great rage and triumph, increasing his power in the Dark Side, the holocron had taught him as much. Unfortunately for him, not so much the rancor, that would mean the guaranteed escape of his prey, and another setback in finding Dargo Karr.

So, with a furious scowl, he threw up his cloak to conceal his features and with effort of his will and the power of the Dark Side, pushed his way perpendicular across the street and into an alleyway that smelled of ten kinds of fodder, throwing fear stricken humanoids aside like leaves before a storm. They had no powers of the force themselves, and thus had no hope of interrupting Firias’s force fueled advance.

He reached the alleyway in short order, is scowl becoming all the deeper for the filth he saw there that seemed to have stratified throughout the centuries of the cities existence. Exhaling, he centered himself on his rage and used the emotion to heighten his other senses, the ones that didn’t have to do with sight, smell, taste, and didn’t take him long to find who he was searching for, the man reeked of fresh fear; he had been tipped off to the dark warrior’s approach it would seem. This Karr was well informed.

With a resolution to find out who his informant was at a later time, he turned towards the carbon steel wall behind him and began to climb, finding hand and foot holds in the grime that collected and hardened over a lengthy period of time. No one cleans the undercity. His quarry was only a few levels above him, and was guarded by fearful men. They may not think they felt fear, or would admit to it, but Firias knew how to find the fear in the hearts of all sentient life. It was one of the first lessons the dark holocron had bestowed.

 “It is not enough to master your own fear, you must dominate it. In doing so, you will be able to so dominate any who would oppose you who lack the will that is necessary.” The voice of the holocron said in its sepulchral tone, echoing in his thoughts. A lesson burned into his very soul.

It was this very fear he could sense that lead him to an alcove in the heights of the underworld below Corusant. Four figures stood silhouetted against the dark of the city by a red floodlight illuminating the balcony to the alcove. It was to be his quarry’s last stand locale it would seem. Again a mirthless smile found its way to Firias’s face. It would seem his prey would show its claws after all. He was counting on that.

Without preamble, he launched himself from his hold on the side of the wall, using the force to propel him through the stagnant air towards the guard nearest him. The guard never saw him coming, and his death cry was cut short by an amber bladed lightsaber burning its way across his lungs and through his heart. He was dead before his breath was boiled out of him. The other guard cursed loudly in Nautalon and drew his blaster and threw the weasel of a man he was being paid to guard aside to his other member of the bodyguard. Perhaps, he was not being paid nearly enough. He let fly with his blaster, but the Sith warrior simply held the guard he had impaled aloft and absorbed the blaster bolts with his fleshy shield. The bolts of superheated plasma melted into the man’s flesh with dull thumps and the smell of burning hair and meat filled the already rancid air. Firias poised his hand in a claw behind the spine of his impaled shield, and let fly with a tremendous shock of force that sent the limp body careening towards the guard who had opened fire. A sickening crunch followed as their skulls collided with fatal force and both bodies fell in a tangle of limbs and broken bones.

The last guard took out both of his laser pistols and took aim at the warrior just as he saw his colleague fly through the air, thinking to take this attacker by surprise. He had dealt with force users before and would not entertain the possibility of giving the warrior a chance to turn his efforts towards himself. He let loose a hail of laser fire on the enemy, thinking to overwhelm him.

Firias growled under his breath and brought his lightsaber to bear on the incoming laser bolts, neatly picking them off as he advanced towards the guard. His prey was scrambling to his feet trying to escape through the security access door, so Firias aimed one of the bolts he was deflecting at the man’s legs. It blasted clear through the small man’s knee, ruining the joint and dropping him onto his face which stifled the scream he had let loose.. Not waiting to see how his assailant would react he drew deeply upon the Dark Side of the Force and filled his body with hate fueled power. He surged toward his opponent suddenly and viciously, keeping low and out of the field of fire above his head. A few bolts burned through his cloak, giving it yet more character to its already tattered appearance. Before the guard could react, Firias whipped his lightsaber through the man’s wrists, severing them neatly and dropping the pesky laser pistols to clatter on the alcove floor. The man’s face was white with shock as he stared disbelievingly at the smoldering stumps where his hands once were. Firias simply walked by the man, who never saw the blade swipe from behind him, level with his shoulders, and the guard’s head too clattered and bounced to the deck, the look of shock still etched into its features.

The small man whimpered pitifully as he clutched his ruined knee and tried in vain to back away from this monster who laid waste to his guards with seeming little effort.

“Just what in the hell do you want with me?” the man screamed in uncontrollable fear.

Darth Firias had him now; he bent all of his will on crushing what was left of the man’s sanity. Using his might in the Dark Side he wielded fear as though it was his very lightsaber, able to burn through even the steadiest resolve, a blistering malice born of years of training and pain before the trials of the holocron and his dark Master before that. To any whom he focused this dark intent, he would appear as a vision of death incarnate, come to destroy the very soul of the one he sought and take what was left back into whatever dark place he had come.

The sniveling man never had a chance. As a fetid yellow puddle formed between the man’s legs, he gave Firias all the information he wanted to know, and then some.

Dargo Karr was not so far off as he seemed, thought the dark warrior as he gazed upward towards the upper city…