Varyn Rask
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- Joined
- Dec 15, 2018
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Someone should come join me. Look, it doesn't even have a PvP tag on it.
Varyn Rask was deep in meditation as his ship streaked down through the Nubian atmosphere. In his quarters, the kyber crystal from his lightsaber floated and shifted in front of his closed eye. He may have been on Nubia, but in his mind's eye, he was far away in another time and place. The galaxy had melted away and only the Force remained with the imprint of the Sith's soul: a harsh mixture of dark and light with the light fading ever more day by day.
The Sith had always fought for what he deemed to be a good cause, but the means he had used were undeniably dark. The longer he stayed on the cutting edge of assassination and torture, the fewer rays of light seemed to reach the surface of his soul. He wondered how long it would be until nothing but darkness remained, and when it did, what would become of him then?
The line of thought was broken by the thud of the landing gear locking into position and heaving like a ship rocking at sea as the weight of the freighter set down on the plains of Nubia. The saber crystal snapped back into the hilt of the saber, and each of the pieces of the hilt drifted back into place with snap as the blade lit into its brilliant black and crimson. With a hiss-snap it extinguished and returned to his belt.
I don't know how long I'll be, he said to Dav. His pilot was one of the few friends he had in the galaxy, and Dav gave a nod of acknowledgement as he settled into his work tinkering with droids and or lines of code, Varyn wasn't sure which it would be today.
Nubia was a beautiful world, and he was actually glad that his business had brought him here today. While he hated that he needed to be here, it wasn't the armpit that so many worlds were. In the distance, he could make out the facility he was here for. It had been attacked by Mandalorians, and he wanted to see the damage for himself. He wanted to know what had happened, and he wanted answers as to why no one had done anything about it.
The Sith had always fought for what he deemed to be a good cause, but the means he had used were undeniably dark. The longer he stayed on the cutting edge of assassination and torture, the fewer rays of light seemed to reach the surface of his soul. He wondered how long it would be until nothing but darkness remained, and when it did, what would become of him then?
The line of thought was broken by the thud of the landing gear locking into position and heaving like a ship rocking at sea as the weight of the freighter set down on the plains of Nubia. The saber crystal snapped back into the hilt of the saber, and each of the pieces of the hilt drifted back into place with snap as the blade lit into its brilliant black and crimson. With a hiss-snap it extinguished and returned to his belt.
I don't know how long I'll be, he said to Dav. His pilot was one of the few friends he had in the galaxy, and Dav gave a nod of acknowledgement as he settled into his work tinkering with droids and or lines of code, Varyn wasn't sure which it would be today.
Nubia was a beautiful world, and he was actually glad that his business had brought him here today. While he hated that he needed to be here, it wasn't the armpit that so many worlds were. In the distance, he could make out the facility he was here for. It had been attacked by Mandalorians, and he wanted to see the damage for himself. He wanted to know what had happened, and he wanted answers as to why no one had done anything about it.