The star hung in the sky, casting an apalling heat upon the team of Sith. Boots thudded dully on the stone as they approached the tradeport. The wind kicked up dirt, stinging at Dravien's eyes. The trio tread carefully through a chest high ditch, concealing their approach temporarily. The...
Hovering slightly in meditation, the Sith practiced his control of the force. The days on Korriban wore by. Dravien focused only on training. He had been working on his form and technique with a lightsaber, but knew he would have to focus more on training his ability in the Force soon enough...
Dravien rubbed the cut on his cheek as he took a reprieve from his solo training. Being beaten around by Sith wasn't fun, but he had experienced far worse than these wounds. At least they had taught him well during his training. Despite his stoic lotus pose, rage boiled deep inside the...