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The frozen world of Ziost may have been a barren wasteland, home to a few scattered communities and a couple of ancient Sith temples, but from the warmth and safety of her starship, miles above the surface, Ziost possessed a breed of serene tranquility. Unlike so many other worlds in the galaxy, Ziost had remained relatively untouched by the constant development and colonization that had ruined the beauty of so many other planets, and without a cloud in the sky, the sun was free to shine its brilliant light down on the unending expanses snow and ice. Providing additional scenery was the mountain ranges scattered across the planet, each one bigger than the last, and each one reaching defiantly up into the sky, as if the enormous rocks were trying to escape their frozen reality and retreat into the warm glow of the sun above.
Aside from Korriban, Ziost was the perfect location for the Sith homeworld. Even here, high above the icy tundra, Sara could feel the power of the dark side vibrating powerfully through the Force. There had been a reason Ziost had remained untouched by the advancements of modern society, and that reason had nothing to do with the cold winters. Over the span of thousands of years acolytes and masters alike would often gather in the ancient Sith temples, built more than a millennia ago, and increase their understanding of the dark side of the Force. Now it was Sara's turn.
The starship curled it's way around the planet's upper atmosphere until day gave way into night, and pristine beauty gave way to a raging blizzard. The ship eventually landed in the middle of an obscure mountain range, at the base of a massive Sith temple. Sara heard the howling winds the moment the roar of the engines died out. Clenching her teeth and donning her snowsuit, Sara went out and braved the elements.
The walk from her ship to the temple was ten feet, but it may as well have been one hundred. The landing pad was sheer ice beneath her boots, and the buffeting winds nearly knocked her straight off the platform. Willing herself through it, Sara eventually pushed her way through the storm to arrive safely inside the temple.
Welcome to Ziost.
The temple had been built like a maze, probably by design. Luckily, Sara had planned to arrive on Ziost hours before she was scheduled to meet her new master, so she had an ample amount of time to navigate her way through the labyrinthian corridors.
Wandering the temple gave Sara the opportunity to mentally prepare herself for her training. Her training into the IAF and the Ubiqtorate had been tough, but she suspected her Sith training would be tougher still. There was no use hoping she got a kind and caring master, because Sara knew that in the end, none of the Sithasters cared if she lived or died. The only thing they cared about was how Sara could be useful in their own machinations. The least Sara could hope for was a strong and powerful master, who would teach her everything she needed to know to survive in her new life.
Sara arrived in her master's chamber earlier than scheduled. Being early showed dedication and forethought, and Sara wanted to impress her master during their first meeting. First impressions last, and Sara knew what being last meant in the Sith Order. Bracing herself, she knocked on the door, hoping she was ready for whatever came next.
Aside from Korriban, Ziost was the perfect location for the Sith homeworld. Even here, high above the icy tundra, Sara could feel the power of the dark side vibrating powerfully through the Force. There had been a reason Ziost had remained untouched by the advancements of modern society, and that reason had nothing to do with the cold winters. Over the span of thousands of years acolytes and masters alike would often gather in the ancient Sith temples, built more than a millennia ago, and increase their understanding of the dark side of the Force. Now it was Sara's turn.
The starship curled it's way around the planet's upper atmosphere until day gave way into night, and pristine beauty gave way to a raging blizzard. The ship eventually landed in the middle of an obscure mountain range, at the base of a massive Sith temple. Sara heard the howling winds the moment the roar of the engines died out. Clenching her teeth and donning her snowsuit, Sara went out and braved the elements.
The walk from her ship to the temple was ten feet, but it may as well have been one hundred. The landing pad was sheer ice beneath her boots, and the buffeting winds nearly knocked her straight off the platform. Willing herself through it, Sara eventually pushed her way through the storm to arrive safely inside the temple.
Welcome to Ziost.
The temple had been built like a maze, probably by design. Luckily, Sara had planned to arrive on Ziost hours before she was scheduled to meet her new master, so she had an ample amount of time to navigate her way through the labyrinthian corridors.
Wandering the temple gave Sara the opportunity to mentally prepare herself for her training. Her training into the IAF and the Ubiqtorate had been tough, but she suspected her Sith training would be tougher still. There was no use hoping she got a kind and caring master, because Sara knew that in the end, none of the Sithasters cared if she lived or died. The only thing they cared about was how Sara could be useful in their own machinations. The least Sara could hope for was a strong and powerful master, who would teach her everything she needed to know to survive in her new life.
Sara arrived in her master's chamber earlier than scheduled. Being early showed dedication and forethought, and Sara wanted to impress her master during their first meeting. First impressions last, and Sara knew what being last meant in the Sith Order. Bracing herself, she knocked on the door, hoping she was ready for whatever came next.