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Pestilence had been travelling for several days now. The Acolyte had searched for somebody to duel at the Academy, but he made up his mind on who he wanted to take on. Somebody who he would have to track down to be able to challenge. It hadn't taken long for him to find out where the Crusader was. He had stolen a light freighter at the spaceport at Dreshdae. The old junker was incredibly close to falling apart, but it had made it to his destination.
As the man stepped off the rusted freighter that had served as his home, training area, etc., he tapped on his armor. The tink tink that followed it was a satisfying noise. His scarred face formed a crooked smile. Pestilence's right hand gripped his lightsaber, his mind racing over the powers he had just recently learned. They were basic, but he'd done nothing but practice them since he'd left. He hadn't mastered them, but they were good for an Acolyte.
Nar Shaddaa was murky, cloudy, foggy. It had rained on and off since the Acolyte had arrived. Standing on the roof top of a small building, Pestilence called out through the force for the Crusader Anima to meet him.
As the man stepped off the rusted freighter that had served as his home, training area, etc., he tapped on his armor. The tink tink that followed it was a satisfying noise. His scarred face formed a crooked smile. Pestilence's right hand gripped his lightsaber, his mind racing over the powers he had just recently learned. They were basic, but he'd done nothing but practice them since he'd left. He hadn't mastered them, but they were good for an Acolyte.
Nar Shaddaa was murky, cloudy, foggy. It had rained on and off since the Acolyte had arrived. Standing on the roof top of a small building, Pestilence called out through the force for the Crusader Anima to meet him.