It was a very Dark and Cold night, and most Dark Jedi were inside the temple. One of those crazy people, was still outside, in the cold. He wore a black thin tunic, but somehow it seemed he did not feel anything of the cold. That was because he was using the Force Power called Tapas.
Choray Sefja was his name, and Crusader was his title. He was a Dark Jedi of the Bogan, and he was there, outside, waiting for his student. It was the first student he would train, and it was about time he trained one. He joined the Dark Jedi twenty years ago and he had never trained anyone. That was because he was always away from the temple, doing mercenary jobs and visiting ancient tainted Dark Side shrines.
The Zabrak man smiled, and looked up to the sky. Although it was cold, the sky was not clouded, and it was a beautiful night. He loved being outside in the middle of the night, it was all so peaceful. Although he was a man who brought chaos, he loved the peaceful nights on Ando Prime.
Choray wore a belt, and clipped to that belt was his elegant lightsaber hilt. The one he had crafted himself, twenty years ago, as a final test of his training. His former master, master Durtrak, had taught him well and had told him that he was one of the best students he had ever trained. Choray wondered how the Trandoshan was, for he had not seen the man in years.
The Dark Jedi shook his head and thought to himself that he had to remain focused on the here and now, and not dwell on memories of the past. Besides, since when did he care for others anyway? He was about to train a new student, by the name of Konvoy Roc, and he was not allowed to fail teaching. No, he would make a great Dark Jedi out of Konvoy. That is, if Konvoy was worthy. If he wasn't worthy, than Choray had the right to... dispose of him.
Choray Sefja was his name, and Crusader was his title. He was a Dark Jedi of the Bogan, and he was there, outside, waiting for his student. It was the first student he would train, and it was about time he trained one. He joined the Dark Jedi twenty years ago and he had never trained anyone. That was because he was always away from the temple, doing mercenary jobs and visiting ancient tainted Dark Side shrines.
The Zabrak man smiled, and looked up to the sky. Although it was cold, the sky was not clouded, and it was a beautiful night. He loved being outside in the middle of the night, it was all so peaceful. Although he was a man who brought chaos, he loved the peaceful nights on Ando Prime.
Choray wore a belt, and clipped to that belt was his elegant lightsaber hilt. The one he had crafted himself, twenty years ago, as a final test of his training. His former master, master Durtrak, had taught him well and had told him that he was one of the best students he had ever trained. Choray wondered how the Trandoshan was, for he had not seen the man in years.
The Dark Jedi shook his head and thought to himself that he had to remain focused on the here and now, and not dwell on memories of the past. Besides, since when did he care for others anyway? He was about to train a new student, by the name of Konvoy Roc, and he was not allowed to fail teaching. No, he would make a great Dark Jedi out of Konvoy. That is, if Konvoy was worthy. If he wasn't worthy, than Choray had the right to... dispose of him.