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Brave the Storm
Storm Beasts. Terrible, deformed abominations that had been induced into an unknowable and wretched state. Whatever these life forms once were has been lost to time, thousands of years ago. Now, these creatures are but aggressive monstrosities, brutally twisted by the Dark Side's corruption and transformed into ravenous creatures.
Or so that is what Tycho had learned in the archives on Tython. Having never seen one before the Jedi Knight was not truly sure what to expect from this mission, but that didn't really matter. The foothold the Army had on Malachor was a tenuous one and these Dark Side created abominations not only put the entire campaign at risk, but more importantly endangered countless lives. At least he would not have to face this threat alone, Tycho was aware that two other Jedi would be joining him in this task. An initiate and a fellow Knight, neither of whom he had met before this day which weighed on his mind. Despite the growth of his youth under the tutelage of his former master and the still recent sting of having lost her to the Sith, his old introverted tendencies still reared their heads from time to time.
It had been a little less than an hour since he had arrived at Malachor, his Antarian starfighter was parked out with the rest of the Army of Light's ships at the rear of the temporary field base that had been hastily constructed upon the Army's arrival. Tycho sat, legs crossed beneath him, eyes closed in deep meditation. The draw of the Dark Side was so strong here. He could feel the taint that permeated this place like a blanket of molasses that clung to his mind, his heart and his soul like an insidious infection. He did not care for this place, and yet he knew that there was hope for it. Should the Army of Light succeed here, this once great world could begin the long and slow healing process that could see it once again be a verdant and beautiful world. As it assuredly once had, ages past.
A good vision to cling to and focus towards. For the moment there was naught to do but wait, for his fellow Jedi to arrive so they could begin the task of chasing away the packs of Storm Beasts that plagued their people.
Tycho sat near the center of the base itself, close to the stores of supplies and munitions so that they could outfit themselves as they might need in order to complete their objective. At present he had what he usually carried with him, his hood and mask up to conceal his face as was typical for him. Only when he was comfortable around someone did he ever show his face, it was simpler to conceal his emotions that way and felt as if he had a protective barrier between him and the sometimes uncomfortable or awkward social interactions.
As part of his meditations both of his single-bladed lightsabers were floating in soft circles around him as he waited, using telekinesis always helped focus his mind. Which given the nature of this world was a boon. Tycho hoped that his compatriots would arrive soon, if they weren't already here so they could link up and begin their mission.
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