Brief
Hunting Anakin. -Starwars spin-off-
Darth Cunt
Age: 18 Affiliation: Sith – Imperial Dominion Current Location: Khar’Seth (Outer Rim desert world)
A young Sith acolyte shaped by harsh training and harsher ambition, Darth Cunt moves with focused intensity and controlled aggression. Raised under Imperial doctrine, she channels her emotions into precision combat, wielding a crimson lightsaber with confidence beyond her years. It's a versatile one, can be handed with one or two hands, and managed as sword, spear or nunchaku (it can be split in two jointed short batons).
Disciplined yet fiercely driven, she has been dispatched to Khar’Seth to track down a hidden Jedi Master rumored to be aiding the Rebellion. For Darth Cunt, this mission is more than an assignment — it is an opportunity to prove her strength, her loyalty, and her destiny within the Sith Order.
She hunts with patience. She fights without hesitation. And she does not abandon her quarry.
Planet: Khar’Seth
Outer Rim – Under Imperial Dominion
Twin suns hang low over an endless sea of copper sand. Heat ripples distort the horizon, bending the silhouettes of broken stone spires that rise like the bones of some ancient beast. Wind carries fine dust across the dunes, whispering against half-buried ruins from a forgotten civilization.
A Lambda-class Imperial shuttle descends through the haze. Its engines roar briefly before cutting out, leaving only the wind. The ramp lowers with a mechanical hiss.
Boots press into the sand.
Darth Cunt steps forward, red blade igniting with a sharp snap-hiss that cuts through the silence. The crimson light reflects off her focused eyes and dances across the sandstone walls nearby.
She surveys the wasteland.
Khar’Seth — a planet the Empire considers strategically irrelevant. Sparse settlements. Scattered moisture farms. A few forgotten temples carved into canyon rock.
Perfect for hiding. Perfect for a Jedi.
Rumors from Imperial Intelligence speak of a 64-year-old hermit seen near the Valley of Shattered Pillars. An old man carrying himself like a warrior. An old man who intervened when a Rebel courier was cornered by troopers.
Anakin Kittiesucker.
Not the legend whispered in archives. Not the fallen warrior of history.
A Jedi Master.
Alive. Hidden. Working for the Rebellion.
Darth Cunt deactivates her blade, letting silence return. The hunt requires patience.
A small holomap flickers from her belt projector. The Valley lies two kilometers east, through a canyon corridor known for sudden sand squalls.
Imperial patrols are stationed north. She will move south first — avoid detection, track quietly.
She kneels, brushing fingers across the sand.
Boot prints. Deep. Heavy. Not recent. But disciplined.
Her jaw tightens.
“You can hide from the Empire,” she murmurs into the wind. “But not from me.”
Far beyond the dunes, inside a cavern carved into red stone, an older man sits cross-legged in meditation. Grey streaks his hair. The Force moves around him like a slow tide.
His eyes open. He feels it. A presence.
Sharp. Burning. Hunting.
The wind rises suddenly across Khar’Seth. And the game begins.
