Korriban was a... well... Yea, uhm, Oseth couldn't think of a cliche line, to be honest. Some would say it was a dark, dangerous place, full of Sith hungry for power; others would say it was a tainted world only a few dared to visit; and again others said that Korriban was a world full of ancient treasures and tombs. All of the above was true, and commonly known, so Darth Oseth didn't really think he needed to repeat those sentences. They were cliche and dull, and he hated that.
So instead of trying to describe such a stupid, ugly planet, he just landed his ship in the space port and a few moments later he walked down the boarding ramp with his hands tucked in the pockets of his pants.
He wore a suit that day. There was no real reason why he wore one, he just liked suits. It was a black suit, one that businessmen often wore, with a white shirt and a red tie. His half-long, blonde hair fell beyond his ears and his stubble beard made him look slightly older than he really was. Of course he wouldn't tell anyone how old exactly he was, because he didn't think it was relevant. If one would look at the blonde, green eyed man right now, they probably wouldn't be able to tell he was a Sith Lord. He didn't fancy dressing up as a darksider that much, mainly because it scared off the ladies.
He whistled a happy tune as he walked across the space port, and headed over to the Sith Temple. Already he could smell the stench of the Sith who resided on this planet, and he had a hard time trying not to grimace. He hated it when people grimaced; it made them look so damn ugly. Come to think of it, there were a lot of things Oseth hated. But there were a lot of things he liked too; such as suits. And apples. Yea, he loved apples!
He'd been holding an apple in his right hand, inside the pocket of his pants. He brought it up to his mouth and took a bite. That must have looked a bit weird; a Sith Lord dressed up in a suit and eating an apple as he walked down the corridors of the Sith Temple. It made people wonder just who this businessman was and what he was doing here on Korriban.
He walked around a corner. He was on his way to the big courtyard to go to the valley of the Dark Lords.
There were lots and lots of students in the valley that day, much like every day. They were examining ancient Sith artifacts, or training in the ways of the Dark Side of the Force, or sparring with their training sabers. Most of them smelled rather bad, something Oseth didn't really like. If there's one thing he just failed to understand, then it was why all these so-called Sith had to dress up like idiotic cultists and why they didn't use deodorant. It was just... not nice. No wonder most people in the galaxy were afraid of them. O well, fear could be a great weapon in the right hands, and so Oseth assumed it was okay for a Sith to smell bad and dress up like an idiot. He shrugged, took a bite from his red apple, and moved along.
He stopped in the center of the valley, which lay in front of the Sith Academy. He stood about, day dreaming for a bit, and watched a sparring match between two acolytes. He thought the acolytes sucked real bad, but that was okay. Acolytes were supposed to suck, why else would they be acolytes? If they were really good, they'd be marauders by now, right? Or perhaps even of a higher rank than that. O, well, it didn't matter.
He took a bite, watched the acolytes spar, and leaned with his back against a stone pillar. It was an ugly day on Korriban and he regretted being there.
So why had he come?
Well... he had his reasons.
So instead of trying to describe such a stupid, ugly planet, he just landed his ship in the space port and a few moments later he walked down the boarding ramp with his hands tucked in the pockets of his pants.
He wore a suit that day. There was no real reason why he wore one, he just liked suits. It was a black suit, one that businessmen often wore, with a white shirt and a red tie. His half-long, blonde hair fell beyond his ears and his stubble beard made him look slightly older than he really was. Of course he wouldn't tell anyone how old exactly he was, because he didn't think it was relevant. If one would look at the blonde, green eyed man right now, they probably wouldn't be able to tell he was a Sith Lord. He didn't fancy dressing up as a darksider that much, mainly because it scared off the ladies.
He whistled a happy tune as he walked across the space port, and headed over to the Sith Temple. Already he could smell the stench of the Sith who resided on this planet, and he had a hard time trying not to grimace. He hated it when people grimaced; it made them look so damn ugly. Come to think of it, there were a lot of things Oseth hated. But there were a lot of things he liked too; such as suits. And apples. Yea, he loved apples!
He'd been holding an apple in his right hand, inside the pocket of his pants. He brought it up to his mouth and took a bite. That must have looked a bit weird; a Sith Lord dressed up in a suit and eating an apple as he walked down the corridors of the Sith Temple. It made people wonder just who this businessman was and what he was doing here on Korriban.
He walked around a corner. He was on his way to the big courtyard to go to the valley of the Dark Lords.
There were lots and lots of students in the valley that day, much like every day. They were examining ancient Sith artifacts, or training in the ways of the Dark Side of the Force, or sparring with their training sabers. Most of them smelled rather bad, something Oseth didn't really like. If there's one thing he just failed to understand, then it was why all these so-called Sith had to dress up like idiotic cultists and why they didn't use deodorant. It was just... not nice. No wonder most people in the galaxy were afraid of them. O well, fear could be a great weapon in the right hands, and so Oseth assumed it was okay for a Sith to smell bad and dress up like an idiot. He shrugged, took a bite from his red apple, and moved along.
He stopped in the center of the valley, which lay in front of the Sith Academy. He stood about, day dreaming for a bit, and watched a sparring match between two acolytes. He thought the acolytes sucked real bad, but that was okay. Acolytes were supposed to suck, why else would they be acolytes? If they were really good, they'd be marauders by now, right? Or perhaps even of a higher rank than that. O, well, it didn't matter.
He took a bite, watched the acolytes spar, and leaned with his back against a stone pillar. It was an ugly day on Korriban and he regretted being there.
So why had he come?
Well... he had his reasons.