Zedd Daphyr
The shores of Kashyyk were truly a beautiful place. A beautiful sun was shining in the sky, casting a brilliant light through the overhang over trees from the massive forest. A warm breeze swept through the sands, and the fresh aroma of saltwater drifted through the camp.
Unfortunately, Zedd Daphyr could not feel the warm breeze on his face, nor could he smell the salt in the air, his mask made sure of that. He paced through the camp, waiting on the troops, they had to leave in an hour, and he had been up eight hours before them. If he actually removed his mask, which he only does when he sleeps, you would see his baggy red eyes and droopy face. The mission was taking its toll on him.
"Five months now. Five months! Not a single Goddamn Jedi!" He kicked a can of food from the past night, sending it soaring over the beach. The clenched both of his fists up into a ball, his rage building, before he slammed them down into the air, and the whole camp shook. He was getting stronger, and the soldiers were getting more worried.
"Not again. The old fool can't control his power..." Zed heard the soldier behind him. He turned around immediately, rising his clenched fist into the air, the soldier rising with it. With a move of his wrist he snapped the soldiers neck, who fell, and lay limp on the ground. He stormed out of sight, his long cloak billowing behind him. When he was gone, many gathered around the dead trooper. One took out a small knife, the size of his palm, and made a small cut in the dead soldiers hand. He then proceeded to smear the blood on the fallen one's hand, and slapped the hand on his helmet. The effect was like a stamp, the dead one's hand print was on his own helmet, which was taken off him, and placed in a pile of more helmets like this, for other fallen soldiers.
"The count is up to twelve now... Nine of them are from him," The soldier nodded in the direction of Daphyr's tent, "If we don't get this info, it's gonna be a real long night for all of us." The others nodded and grunted in agreement, before going back to getting ready.
Zedd Daphyr's tent was filled with a ringing. He looked at his wrist and tapped a button, when a hologram paper up of a hooded figure. His face was not visible, but instead a mask.
"There is trouble on the way. I cannot risk another failure from your team, so I will be steping in myself to settle matters. With my skill on your team, there will be no more failing. Though it is only for today, then I will be heading back for more... Important matters. After that, you will not fail me again."
"I ensure you, we will not fail you, Master Ren..."