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The True Test of a Warrior
Ziost was a place of tranquility. It was in fact quite relaxing for Ark. More than 90% of his training had been spent on the planet's surface. For Ark it was more of a home than even Kashyyyk was. And with all the excitement of War and his recent promotion, Ark needed a place of familiarity.
Thankfully, Ark had time to meditate on the ship ride to Ziost, because it seemed he'd have virtually no time to settle in. Ark had just enough time to set down the majority of his gear and head off to a place he'd never been called to. The arrogant side of Ark would say that he was going to be commended for his actions at Fondor. After all, defending the shipyards, in a severely weakened state, from a full scale invasion of the Rebellion is by no means an easy feat for someone as new to the job as Ark was; But something deep down within him told him that if he was going to be commended, why in the private quarters of a Darth?
It wasn't unreasonable to believe the Darth wanted to privately congratulate Ark on his success, though the depth in the pit of his stomach told him there' be some sort of interrogation, being more likely. Either that, or he'd like to have Ark perform some sort of task for him, because of the accomplishment. All Ark wanted to do for now though, was get in some much needed rest. He'd almost no sleep up until the ride to Ziost, because if there was going to be another attempted attack at Fondor, Ark was going to be awake for it.
Either way, rest was what he needed, and running off for another immediate mission wasn't at the forefront of his mind. There were a few things he'd like to do until then; Visit his child on Kashyyyk, train himself in a few more Force abilities, and simply meditate on his thoughts. Ark had grown fonder and fonder of his meditations through out being a Crusader, and now that he was a Master, he almost required them to keep his thoughts in order. It was War out there, and there was a lot to keep track of.
Taking only the armor weave vest and his lightsabers, Ark quickly made his way to the directed location. Ark was always one to make a good impression through punctuality, though summoning one to their chambers was usually an action that didn't require a sort of punctuality as much as it simply required the effort to arrive as soon as hearing about the summons as possible. Ark would attempt to make it seem as if he'd already known of the summons the moment he'd given the order to summon Ark in the first place.
Coming to the entrance of the Chambers, the doors slid open, allowing Ark in immediately, and though Ark didn't see anyone in side, he could certainly feel someone. And Ark dropped to one knee immediately after he was within the chambers, lowering his head so that the only thing he knew of the individual was his presence. Ark suddenly became more aware of himself. His own Force signature was miniscule in comparison, though perhaps for a lack of trying, but more so because the other Sith's was immense and rather specific to a particular kind of individual. Ark's facial fur was covered in the Wookie-tribal beads that hung to the braids, and his white, with black-spotted fur was a symbol of his ancestor's origins, and it give reason behind the length of his fine fur. in fact, Ark could see now how one particular Acolyte, Kathrin had once called him fluffy.
"My Lord, Darth Kova. Arkteleus Krayzen," Ark would almost whisper upon the wind of his presence, allowing him to pick up the message of honor, loyalty to the Sith as a whole, and above all, respect.
The presence weighed down on Ark, in which Ark gave only the necessary resistance to it, keeping it at bay more than anything else. If there was anything similar to it that Ark had ever encountered, it was the holocron's opening of Force Repulse that literally repulsed the users of the Holocron; And though it wasn't exactly the same feeling Ark had gotten, it was something that was felt tenfold. If in the heat of battle, someone would feel Fury, Hatred, Determination, Repulsion of the Gore, the very essence of Death, and Aggression. There are too many words to describe it, but Ark could feel it as it slithered into his claws, up the vest he wore, and even filled his nostrils with the nearly tangible stench. How could he describe it in words?
Raising his head, Darth Kova managed to appear in front of Ark, dressed in full Battle Armor. What was this?
The True Test of a Warrior
Ziost was a place of tranquility. It was in fact quite relaxing for Ark. More than 90% of his training had been spent on the planet's surface. For Ark it was more of a home than even Kashyyyk was. And with all the excitement of War and his recent promotion, Ark needed a place of familiarity.
Thankfully, Ark had time to meditate on the ship ride to Ziost, because it seemed he'd have virtually no time to settle in. Ark had just enough time to set down the majority of his gear and head off to a place he'd never been called to. The arrogant side of Ark would say that he was going to be commended for his actions at Fondor. After all, defending the shipyards, in a severely weakened state, from a full scale invasion of the Rebellion is by no means an easy feat for someone as new to the job as Ark was; But something deep down within him told him that if he was going to be commended, why in the private quarters of a Darth?
It wasn't unreasonable to believe the Darth wanted to privately congratulate Ark on his success, though the depth in the pit of his stomach told him there' be some sort of interrogation, being more likely. Either that, or he'd like to have Ark perform some sort of task for him, because of the accomplishment. All Ark wanted to do for now though, was get in some much needed rest. He'd almost no sleep up until the ride to Ziost, because if there was going to be another attempted attack at Fondor, Ark was going to be awake for it.
Either way, rest was what he needed, and running off for another immediate mission wasn't at the forefront of his mind. There were a few things he'd like to do until then; Visit his child on Kashyyyk, train himself in a few more Force abilities, and simply meditate on his thoughts. Ark had grown fonder and fonder of his meditations through out being a Crusader, and now that he was a Master, he almost required them to keep his thoughts in order. It was War out there, and there was a lot to keep track of.
Taking only the armor weave vest and his lightsabers, Ark quickly made his way to the directed location. Ark was always one to make a good impression through punctuality, though summoning one to their chambers was usually an action that didn't require a sort of punctuality as much as it simply required the effort to arrive as soon as hearing about the summons as possible. Ark would attempt to make it seem as if he'd already known of the summons the moment he'd given the order to summon Ark in the first place.
Coming to the entrance of the Chambers, the doors slid open, allowing Ark in immediately, and though Ark didn't see anyone in side, he could certainly feel someone. And Ark dropped to one knee immediately after he was within the chambers, lowering his head so that the only thing he knew of the individual was his presence. Ark suddenly became more aware of himself. His own Force signature was miniscule in comparison, though perhaps for a lack of trying, but more so because the other Sith's was immense and rather specific to a particular kind of individual. Ark's facial fur was covered in the Wookie-tribal beads that hung to the braids, and his white, with black-spotted fur was a symbol of his ancestor's origins, and it give reason behind the length of his fine fur. in fact, Ark could see now how one particular Acolyte, Kathrin had once called him fluffy.
"My Lord, Darth Kova. Arkteleus Krayzen," Ark would almost whisper upon the wind of his presence, allowing him to pick up the message of honor, loyalty to the Sith as a whole, and above all, respect.
The presence weighed down on Ark, in which Ark gave only the necessary resistance to it, keeping it at bay more than anything else. If there was anything similar to it that Ark had ever encountered, it was the holocron's opening of Force Repulse that literally repulsed the users of the Holocron; And though it wasn't exactly the same feeling Ark had gotten, it was something that was felt tenfold. If in the heat of battle, someone would feel Fury, Hatred, Determination, Repulsion of the Gore, the very essence of Death, and Aggression. There are too many words to describe it, but Ark could feel it as it slithered into his claws, up the vest he wore, and even filled his nostrils with the nearly tangible stench. How could he describe it in words?
Raising his head, Darth Kova managed to appear in front of Ark, dressed in full Battle Armor. What was this?
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