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Pydyr was overhead tonight. The sand covered moon glowed amongst the dark night sky, almost like the sun; but more beautiful in contrast to the darkness surronding it. Stars twinkled and shined in the sky as well, and like Pydyr, was a beautiful contrast to the darkness.
The air rippled his body, and the back of his trench coat raised up with it; but only for a moment, dropping back down behind his legs. Not as low enough to reach the soles of the boots that he wore, but just lower enough to fall behind his biceps.
It would probably be the last time he would see the moon, and indeed, the Almanian night sky for quite some time. Indeed, he wanted to take one last look up at the sky, and to overlook Stonia for what seemed like the last time. Soon, he would have to climb off of the roof, and drop onto the walk way that stood inbetween both of the towers. Vilox made a promise to himself that tonight would not be the last night he would see Pydyr like it was tonight, and would not be the last time he would have to climb back off of the roof and descend down the broken, crumbling steps of the Je'har towers before making his way back to Stonia.
Vilox slipped his hands out of his pockets, and the parting his arms and elbows had been making on the coat allowed it to drop over the front of his tunic and bottoms. He had to do this so he could climb off of the roof onto the walk way, and then walk across it into the stone hutt before making his way down the steps onto the pathway leading back to Stonia. Lowering himself down onto his right hand, he used his left to grip onto the ledge of the roof, and rolled off of it; a practised movement he had been doing since the age of twelve, when he had first climbed to the top of the tower, and taken that breath taking view. The wind was harsh tonight, and he had been surprised that he hadn't been blown off of the roof when he was climbing off of it; the ledge he had used was very close to the edge of the walkway. Then the sound of feet pressing against a hard surface was mixed with the sound of the gushing wind and his own breathing as he began the descent.
The steps were weathered from rain, wildlife and the fourteen years worth of climbing up and down them by yours truly had made bits of the stone steps dangerous and unsafe to walk on. He latched his hands onto the tiny cracks in the weathered, grey bricks and began climbing down, one step at a time. It had taken him much, much longer to climb up the tower than it had taken to climb down, but that didn't matter; the descent was just as tricky to navigate than it was to climb up. When he had reached the bottom of the tower, and stepped through the threshold of it into the Mem'Kabarr pathway leading back to Stonia, he was sweating, and his hands were covered in dirt and dust from the stone. He sighed, and clapped his hands together to remove most of the dust with the kinetic energy created through the clapping, before dusting his hands down on the dark bottoms he wore over his legs and knees, before sliding them into the pockets of the bottoms and setting off at a brisk walk along the pathway back home.
The Mem'Kabarr forest, like it always was, was very, very quiet. Vilox quite liked that; Stonia was a hive of activity Vilox did not enjoy much. As he walked, he thought of what was ahead, what was he was about to be put into. Indeed, he had seen Sith, in their dark robes, made Vilox uncomfortable as a child, and scared. It had been part of Almania for a thousand years; the Sith Empire would come, and those who were deemed to have the gift of 'magic' were taken with them to Chaos know's where. Now it was his turn to join their ranks. Hopefully he wouldn't become one of the ones who would die.
Ahead, the hangar bay loomed, and stood outside, were the other hopefuls who would be joining him and the Sith who would be taken them from their homes in the Lambda T4a-class shuttle up into space. Together, hopefuls and Sith boarded the shuttle, and the ramp closed up behind them. Vilox made sure to take a seat closest to the transparsteel screen so he could look out on Almania for the first time above it, and it's three moons; Pydyr, Drewwa and Auremesh. As the shuttle flew up to meet the Imperial I-class Star Destroyer that would take them to where they would be trained, the experience of looking down on his world, and its moons, was even more mind blowing than the experience he had had on top of the Je'har towers when he was twelve.
Soon, Almania, Pydyr and the rest of its moons disappeared, and was tempoarily replaced by the sun and the emptiness of space, before it was pulled in by the Star Destroyer's tractor beam into the ships hangar bay.
The path of darkness had truly begun.
The air rippled his body, and the back of his trench coat raised up with it; but only for a moment, dropping back down behind his legs. Not as low enough to reach the soles of the boots that he wore, but just lower enough to fall behind his biceps.
It would probably be the last time he would see the moon, and indeed, the Almanian night sky for quite some time. Indeed, he wanted to take one last look up at the sky, and to overlook Stonia for what seemed like the last time. Soon, he would have to climb off of the roof, and drop onto the walk way that stood inbetween both of the towers. Vilox made a promise to himself that tonight would not be the last night he would see Pydyr like it was tonight, and would not be the last time he would have to climb back off of the roof and descend down the broken, crumbling steps of the Je'har towers before making his way back to Stonia.
Vilox slipped his hands out of his pockets, and the parting his arms and elbows had been making on the coat allowed it to drop over the front of his tunic and bottoms. He had to do this so he could climb off of the roof onto the walk way, and then walk across it into the stone hutt before making his way down the steps onto the pathway leading back to Stonia. Lowering himself down onto his right hand, he used his left to grip onto the ledge of the roof, and rolled off of it; a practised movement he had been doing since the age of twelve, when he had first climbed to the top of the tower, and taken that breath taking view. The wind was harsh tonight, and he had been surprised that he hadn't been blown off of the roof when he was climbing off of it; the ledge he had used was very close to the edge of the walkway. Then the sound of feet pressing against a hard surface was mixed with the sound of the gushing wind and his own breathing as he began the descent.
The steps were weathered from rain, wildlife and the fourteen years worth of climbing up and down them by yours truly had made bits of the stone steps dangerous and unsafe to walk on. He latched his hands onto the tiny cracks in the weathered, grey bricks and began climbing down, one step at a time. It had taken him much, much longer to climb up the tower than it had taken to climb down, but that didn't matter; the descent was just as tricky to navigate than it was to climb up. When he had reached the bottom of the tower, and stepped through the threshold of it into the Mem'Kabarr pathway leading back to Stonia, he was sweating, and his hands were covered in dirt and dust from the stone. He sighed, and clapped his hands together to remove most of the dust with the kinetic energy created through the clapping, before dusting his hands down on the dark bottoms he wore over his legs and knees, before sliding them into the pockets of the bottoms and setting off at a brisk walk along the pathway back home.
The Mem'Kabarr forest, like it always was, was very, very quiet. Vilox quite liked that; Stonia was a hive of activity Vilox did not enjoy much. As he walked, he thought of what was ahead, what was he was about to be put into. Indeed, he had seen Sith, in their dark robes, made Vilox uncomfortable as a child, and scared. It had been part of Almania for a thousand years; the Sith Empire would come, and those who were deemed to have the gift of 'magic' were taken with them to Chaos know's where. Now it was his turn to join their ranks. Hopefully he wouldn't become one of the ones who would die.
Ahead, the hangar bay loomed, and stood outside, were the other hopefuls who would be joining him and the Sith who would be taken them from their homes in the Lambda T4a-class shuttle up into space. Together, hopefuls and Sith boarded the shuttle, and the ramp closed up behind them. Vilox made sure to take a seat closest to the transparsteel screen so he could look out on Almania for the first time above it, and it's three moons; Pydyr, Drewwa and Auremesh. As the shuttle flew up to meet the Imperial I-class Star Destroyer that would take them to where they would be trained, the experience of looking down on his world, and its moons, was even more mind blowing than the experience he had had on top of the Je'har towers when he was twelve.
Soon, Almania, Pydyr and the rest of its moons disappeared, and was tempoarily replaced by the sun and the emptiness of space, before it was pulled in by the Star Destroyer's tractor beam into the ships hangar bay.
The path of darkness had truly begun.