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GALIDRAAN, LATE EVENING. A FOREST LANDING ONE MILE FROM THE GOVERNOR'S CASTLE.
Long before the fall of the Empire, the cruelest of labors and most banal of tasks and missions would be reserved for the lost possible classes of Sith society; Acolytes, slaves, rejects and other hearty species far away lands. Enthralled by their Master's control over the Dark Side, these beings would push themselves to their absolute limits, erecting monuments and grand statues depicting the visage of their idols, the detail of which reflected only upon their fanatical worship. Now, nothing remains besides that colossal wreck known as Korriban except fallen busts and the eroding reliefs of victories and conquests that had long since become alien to the darksiders. The Dark Lord would never set out on missions on his own, not unless the threat was dire and his presence was required to stabilize the collapse of a planetary government, or to issue justice to those who had gone against the Sith war machine. But the times have changed. Humility is, perhaps, the greatest weapon a Sith can possess; the lack of which has caused the descent from more great men from the precipice of power than has any blade or great war. One must never be afraid to work with their own hands. Especially if the reward is an Empire renewed.
His steps slow and deliberate, he is the first to file out of the Shuttle that has deposited them all on the surface of Galidraan. It's a sharp contrast to the desert world which they call home, though not as bitter as the biting cold of Ziost. It's actually quite a pleasant world, though in the eyes of the Dark Lord, it serves only one singular, pragmatic purpose. He'd since left his sword on the shuttle to avoid suspicion, though the hilt of his saberstaff remains buried deep within the confines of his tattered robes, and his face is still heavily concealed by the black shadows that seem to follow him wherever he goes as he glides across the new-fallen snow. He must look a sight, a tall black entity roaming across the pale white background. But he would never forsake his identity for the allegiance of such an unimportant world, where he could just as easily coerce the Governor on his own through his own supernatural abilities. But, perhaps that's why the others are here. Surrounding them are miles of tall pine trees, each of which equally coated in snow which lay thickly drifted across the land in all directions, except for the footpath in front of them. This leads to the Governor's castle, which can be seen, if only a little, on the horizon before them.
His steps slow and deliberate, he is the first to file out of the Shuttle that has deposited them all on the surface of Galidraan. It's a sharp contrast to the desert world which they call home, though not as bitter as the biting cold of Ziost. It's actually quite a pleasant world, though in the eyes of the Dark Lord, it serves only one singular, pragmatic purpose. He'd since left his sword on the shuttle to avoid suspicion, though the hilt of his saberstaff remains buried deep within the confines of his tattered robes, and his face is still heavily concealed by the black shadows that seem to follow him wherever he goes as he glides across the new-fallen snow. He must look a sight, a tall black entity roaming across the pale white background. But he would never forsake his identity for the allegiance of such an unimportant world, where he could just as easily coerce the Governor on his own through his own supernatural abilities. But, perhaps that's why the others are here. Surrounding them are miles of tall pine trees, each of which equally coated in snow which lay thickly drifted across the land in all directions, except for the footpath in front of them. This leads to the Governor's castle, which can be seen, if only a little, on the horizon before them.
As they begin to walk, his voice crackles to life, the presence of the Dark Side around his body providing a kind of morbid sensation of warmth in spite of the cold environment. ".....This castle is guarded heavily by the Governor's own protection. Should you reveal our presence or attempt to harm him in any way, we will be forced to take action." His hands clasp together, feeling at the wrinkled, disfigured skin. "....I would prefer to avoid that. Choose your words carefully...if the presence of the Sith is revealed, our best layed plans may very well fold in on themselves before they begin."
@James Steel, @ZabrakBustati.
@James Steel, @ZabrakBustati.