Korriban Days

[Varik Felidoron]

OOC: The title states Korriban, but due to edits, the thread actually takes place on Ziost.

This was written to the tune of Weezer and it goes a long way if you listen to it.

Ziost
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Varik awoke moments before his alarm and his eyes quickly snapped open. He stared at the alarm waiting for it to click over and make that insufferable noise that was meant to remove him from his sleep. The time between the alarm sounding and waking up seemed to drag on forever and when it finally sounded his arm snapped out from under his blanket and silenced it almost immediately. He quickly sat up and threw his feet off of the tiny twin sized bed he slept on and he placed them on the floor, the cold ground soothed him and went a long way to wake him up.

Flexing his arms, he looked down at the tiny holes in the crevice of his arm and his eyes slowly looked over to the small desk by his bedside, he must have passed out again the night before. He was still wearing the button up shirt he had been wearing in the lab the day prior and his pants were still on. He let out a sigh and rubbed his hands against his face, what time did he pass out? He remembered injecting Conergin and then staring out the window. He had to keep his addiction in check if the other Sith discovered his secret they would consider it a weakness and most likely kill him. Though he was beginning to bloom as an alchemist he had still not made himself indispensable. He would get there but until then he rolled down the sleeves of his short and quickly clothed himself. He threw on the traditional Sith robes and he clipped his lightsaber to his belt.

Walking out of the tiny room he did not even glance back as he made his way out onto Korriban. When he was studying the Sith he had become fascinated with the world and all the knowledge it held. The labs on the planet seemed the best place for him to go and he had not left since he had arrived. Sooner or later they would call on him to leave but until then he would hide in the deep labs. He had not been given his own workspace yet but he knew of others who had one and he could work in peace on projects that were more his …. specialty.

For now they were creating weapons for the regular soldiers. He heard rumors they were going to move himself and the other alchemists to Ord Radama to mass produce weapons but they assured the leaders of the Sacred Band that they needed to remain on Ziost to refine their techniques. Varik was proving to be leagues above the levels of the other alchemists and he was even showing them techniques. Sith Alchemy was still something that was not 100% understood yet but Varik was hoping he could make strides in the field. He was studying Naga Sadow and his methods and he was sick of being a weapons maker that helped enhance things for the Sith. He wanted to work on resurrection, reanimation, creating armies for the Sith. That was how he wrote his name in the annals of Sith History, not through augmenting swords and armor.

The walk to the labs was not long but it was cold. Some said that they could use the force to heat themselves up but Varik must have missed that day. Tugging his robe up around his neck he exhaled and watched his breath leave his mouth. He arrived quickly to the labs and entered to the sound of near silence and a bubbling noise that surely came from the Flasks that had been filled with strangely colored liquids.

With his luck he would meet some sort of friend today. Maybe an enemy. Who knew?

As if on queue…..