The Dark Knight stepped out of the Cruiser and it swiftly took off, returning to the Capitol planet of Korriban. Feris was visiting the Sith stronghold, Thule, a beautiful planet with many majestic mountain ranges and endless plains of flowing grasses. Feris felt a warmth from this planet. He took a deep breath, drawing the air behind his prosthetic face, into his lungs and releasing it with a deep hiss that went on forever. The passerbys kept their eyes to the ground, avoiding the glance of the Sith.
He was not on this planet for any dark purpose, in fact he was he to locate someone who had helped him out, long ago.
A lightning storm whilred at the horizon and cracks of thunder could be heard faintly. A stiff breeze belw thru the lanes as Feris trudged down the alleys and avenues, feeling out with the Force, trying to sense a familiar presence. He was running into no luck. He knew he would probably have to do a little research before he found the man he was looking for. He decided to check the nearest cantina.
The brown cloak hund deep over his eyes, allowing the light to only illuminate his mouth, which moved barely when he spoke. He meandered the crowd to reach the bar and asked the weird creature behind the bar if he had heard of his friend. The 'thing' responded in some inaudible language, and he became aware that neither of them understood the other. This was going to be harder than he thought.
He exited the dingy bar to the streets once more and made his way north, away from the spaceport towards the outskirts of town. He would check out there and if he stiff had no luck, he considered turning back.
He was not on this planet for any dark purpose, in fact he was he to locate someone who had helped him out, long ago.
A lightning storm whilred at the horizon and cracks of thunder could be heard faintly. A stiff breeze belw thru the lanes as Feris trudged down the alleys and avenues, feeling out with the Force, trying to sense a familiar presence. He was running into no luck. He knew he would probably have to do a little research before he found the man he was looking for. He decided to check the nearest cantina.
The brown cloak hund deep over his eyes, allowing the light to only illuminate his mouth, which moved barely when he spoke. He meandered the crowd to reach the bar and asked the weird creature behind the bar if he had heard of his friend. The 'thing' responded in some inaudible language, and he became aware that neither of them understood the other. This was going to be harder than he thought.
He exited the dingy bar to the streets once more and made his way north, away from the spaceport towards the outskirts of town. He would check out there and if he stiff had no luck, he considered turning back.