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There was a light breeze. The air was cool. Kast found Dubrillon to be a rather agreeable planet. If it wasn't for the coup d'etat, he might even consider an assignment on the planet to be an insult - what, could he not handle some rough scenery? As it were, his first mission felt like a suitably dangerous one for a Jedi of his talents. On the one hand, Nalro did not expect to be encountering any Sith Lords either in the forest or at the spaceport a few miles north of his current position. The idea of a heated lightsaber battle with a servant of the Dark side kept him awake at night, much to his shame.
On the other, his task required a certain bit of subterfuge and cunning. Kast was intelligent enough to handle the job, though he knew that wasn't always enough. Would he see his first battle that day? Take his first life? The prospect was not an encouraging one to the young Kel Dor. He hoped, as he had always hoped since his first days of training, that no one had to die today. Still, odds were it had to happen eventually.
Kast Nalro was all too aware of the tempt of the Dark Side. He had tasted it, slightly, before - the desire for power, for victory, even in his training. He had no knowledge of what the taking of a life would bring to him, but he was confident in his ability to withstand the taint. He had been taught well how to handle the onslaught of the Dark Side. Even then, alone among the silent trees of the forest, he found himself begin to slip into a trance state. He was aware of the Force moving all around him, through him. It comforted him and reminded him that he was never truly alone. He felt it moving throughout his body, swimming through his veins. He felt the force in his bones, as he always had. It kept him calm.
Kast was awaiting his partner, whom he had never met - another Jedi Knight assigned to deal with this rebel spaceport- at a rally point which Kast had been told about in his briefing. He knew nothing about the man - or was it the woman? What was the name...Maksem? Targo, Tarelk, Tarek? Tarek. He knew nothing about this Maksem Tarek but already considered it to be his superior. It was Kast's first mission, after all, and this Maksem was likely a seasoned veteran warrior. The Kel Dor found himself day dreaming about a towering Jedi warrior wielding two double bladed lightsabers at once, slicing through whole armies like so many flowers in a green field. The image, strangely enough, was comforting.
Kast ran a leathery, clawed finger down the bark of one of the trees, his mind toying with the possibilities which this day held.