Zazai Ta'Resh
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Ord Radama
It had been just under a week since Jenova had approached him on Korriban. They had spent the next days preparing themselves for the coming trials. The tension from their encounter had been relieved for the time being, but it still loomed in the background. It had not been easy on the Sith to rid of himself of the Darkside. Over a hundred generations, the dark side of the Force had shaped his people, become a part of it, and now he had sought to fight against it.
They arrived at the camp early in the day, even in the early hours this place was nearly unbearable. Zazai was used to the hot arid climate of Korriban, but this swampland was instead hot and extremely humid. His discomfort was added to by having to wear a mask that hid nearly all of his face, long black sleeves, and a hood to ensure it was it overly apparent he was of the Sith Race.
The camp was sparse, it was quite obvious that they would not be spending their time in comfort here. He was used to that at least, but this heat. He shot Jenova a disapproving glance as they entered the camp, some of their fellow participants having already arrived. They were instructed to find a tent and await further instructions.
Zazai swatted the biggest mosquito he had ever seen from his neck.
"This had better be worth it." he murmured only loud enough so Jenova would hear as they searched for open tents.