The cry of crows echoed through the dead streets, rain continuously poured down bouncing off half broken roof tops into smashed gutters, pooling in the streets creating rivers of mud. The hem of Wodan’s thick black cloak was soaked to the knee in the reddish brown mud of this forsaken planet. Both he and Carellion had arrived on a private shuttle an hour ago, but the dense nature of the abandoned city meant they had to land upon its outskirts.
Probe droids had gone ahead, looking for signs of life, although none were detected the Probe’s themselves had never returned to the ship. That and the thick odour of the Dark Side prevalent here, ran shivers down the Firrerrian’s spine. A large part of him wanted to walk back up the durasteel ramp, sit down in the pilot’s chair and send themselves right back up into space and down a hyperlane to home. But he couldn’t, Wodan would have to learn to stomach such places if he was to truly thrive within the Sith. Darkness was their home, Korriban was filled with it, but it was more alive and thriving than this wretched hell hole.
“I bet you regret agreeing to come.” He said, turning to face the Annfyn next to him, a cheeky smirk on his face. The cloak’s hood was pulled up over his head, keeping his as dry as possible, but it would mean Carellion could only see the Firrerrian’s fanged smile in the darkness. The moon was out that night, brighter than most planets, it lit most of the ruined city in a dim grey light.
Turning a corner they stopped on one of the larger open squares within the city, it was still too small to land a spaceborn shuttle, but the freedom from the overhanging buildings was a relief to the Noble. Ever since they stepped foot within the city he had felt as if a thousand eyes were watching his every move.
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