Zul Kressh
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- Joined
- Jan 8, 2019
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Zul was adorned in his typical overcoat, it mixed with his Sith armor as the helmet was clipped to his belt. He carried only his lightsabers and blaster, preferring that over grenades and other gadgets people used. It had been a long time since he had come to Korriban but he was actually happy to be home. The unbearable heat, the never-ending sand dunes, and the entire planet completely drenched in the Dark Side. If Zul had the choice he would have never left the planet, content to learn what secrets the dark planet held. But like others of his kind, he was forced off from the planet and away from its dark embrace.
While Zul hated it, he also appreciated it as it opened his mind to what was happening to his people. To see how the galaxy continued to evolve while the Purebloods withered away in hovels except for some of the lucky ones. He was now in search for one of those hovel tribes, having found some tracks a few miles back and leading him here. It was a massive canyon, some old and cracked Sith statues either standing or fallen on their side. When Zul reached the arch of the dune he took a moment to stop, appraising the destroyed history that had yet to be uncovered.
So much of it had a story behind it, a proud race that could have stood the test of time. It made Zul wonder what was the moment it went downhill for his people. It also made him wonder how his family played in a part of it, his father never having discussed about their bloodline openly to him. Zul shook his head from those thoughts before launching himself with the force from his dune. He landed softly at the base of the small canyon, between two devastated statues before slowly walking over to one. Lightly pressing his hand against the stone, Zul inhaled slowly before dropping his hand turning his gaze down the canyon. He had a goal and he was going to complete it.
While Zul hated it, he also appreciated it as it opened his mind to what was happening to his people. To see how the galaxy continued to evolve while the Purebloods withered away in hovels except for some of the lucky ones. He was now in search for one of those hovel tribes, having found some tracks a few miles back and leading him here. It was a massive canyon, some old and cracked Sith statues either standing or fallen on their side. When Zul reached the arch of the dune he took a moment to stop, appraising the destroyed history that had yet to be uncovered.
So much of it had a story behind it, a proud race that could have stood the test of time. It made Zul wonder what was the moment it went downhill for his people. It also made him wonder how his family played in a part of it, his father never having discussed about their bloodline openly to him. Zul shook his head from those thoughts before launching himself with the force from his dune. He landed softly at the base of the small canyon, between two devastated statues before slowly walking over to one. Lightly pressing his hand against the stone, Zul inhaled slowly before dropping his hand turning his gaze down the canyon. He had a goal and he was going to complete it.