The Jedi starfighter slid, elusively, through the overcast clouds morosely gliding over the rain drenched Yavin. Slipping through the water fogged air; it was not long before the ship was not 2 meters above the high canopy, swaying in the monsoon like storm. Cimmerii stared blankly out of the view screen; his hands wrapped tight around the steering grips. Slowly, through the white barrage ahead of him, he made out the towering structure of the old Sith temple he was heading too. Rumour had it that the “Black Space Pirates” were using it as a hold and core base, rumours do dire for the Jedi Council to overlook. The temple grew, and soon Cimmerii needed to look up should he want to gaze upon the peek.
With a twist of his leather-clad hand, the ship twirled freely into a docking opening, only to skid limply onto a worn rock platform. The docking opening was high, and the angled winds brought rain onto Cimmerii as he slammed his hand onto the panel beside him, opening the cockpit door.
Snapping his fingers around the rim of his ship he leaped himself out, spinning over the side and onto the wing. He was wearing his traditional Aiax light armour, and it exposed too much flesh to the barbaric rain for his liking. He reached his hand into the space where he had just escaped, pulling out several items in sequence. The first was his lightsaber; which he clicked onto his belt, the second was his blade sheath; which he swung over his head, binding it onto his back, the third were his two Aiax blades; which he skilfully flipped into their sheath’s, and the last was his flowing Jedi robe; which he stabbed his arms into, cladding it over himself.
He jumped off of the wing, his sturdy leather boots slammed down upon stone landing pad. He bounded forward, anxious to escape the rain’s bitter grasp. Reaching a steel door crafted into the moss slimed stone, he tapped his hand on the opening panel, forcing the door open, and allowing his figure to slip inside.
With a twist of his leather-clad hand, the ship twirled freely into a docking opening, only to skid limply onto a worn rock platform. The docking opening was high, and the angled winds brought rain onto Cimmerii as he slammed his hand onto the panel beside him, opening the cockpit door.
Snapping his fingers around the rim of his ship he leaped himself out, spinning over the side and onto the wing. He was wearing his traditional Aiax light armour, and it exposed too much flesh to the barbaric rain for his liking. He reached his hand into the space where he had just escaped, pulling out several items in sequence. The first was his lightsaber; which he clicked onto his belt, the second was his blade sheath; which he swung over his head, binding it onto his back, the third were his two Aiax blades; which he skilfully flipped into their sheath’s, and the last was his flowing Jedi robe; which he stabbed his arms into, cladding it over himself.
He jumped off of the wing, his sturdy leather boots slammed down upon stone landing pad. He bounded forward, anxious to escape the rain’s bitter grasp. Reaching a steel door crafted into the moss slimed stone, he tapped his hand on the opening panel, forcing the door open, and allowing his figure to slip inside.