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A clawed hand arched through the air, catching the golden sunlight that streamed through glass of the ship. A single finger parted from the rest, a sharp talon reaching out to press upon a button, ending the message that had so clearly rang through the confines of the fighter. The voice, so deep and mysterious as it had been uttered so carefully from the mouth of some unknown speaker. It was the third time that he had listened over the message, and still he wondered at it, untrusting it, and yet it had offered so much, as to pique his curiosity. It was an anonymous message, delivered to him so carefully as to insure it was only his ears that heard it. The man, his features never revealed, spoke to the acolyte as if they were cunning conspirators. That, of course, was far from the truth. Thamis only ever conspired within himself, and did not impart his plans into the minds of others. His knowledge was his own, his mind a fortress, heavily defended. But this man seemed to have breached his fortified privacy, to peek into his ambitions. He was dangling meat before a starving hound's dripping jaws.
According to the information given, there was a challenge awaiting him on Tatooine, one that would grant him fame among his fellow acolytes, if he should defeat this challenger. While it's identity was not revealed, he had been assured that he would know the challenger at sight, and he had been guided to the location where the battle would take place. Now he sat in his ship, The Talon, contemplating his next move. Beyond the cool interior stretched a vast sea of sizzling gold. A single glance outside threatened to blind the Sith, after his time in the darkness of his ship, and space. He was still determining the trustworthiness of the message. Would this be a true challenge, or an ambush? He was confident of his skills, but only to some well known extent. Thamis did not often surpass his limits, unless it was necessary. Should he decide to push past the line he had carved into his mind, it was usually only for personal gain, or for survival.
Deciding to trust his instincts, which was often what he followed when the way seemed unclear, the Sith stood from his chair, making sure that his ship was secure, before stepping out into the blood boiling weather. His first breath was one of fire, the blaze filling his lungs and threatening to incinerate them, leaving him to suffocate and die in the sand, but with a cough he recovered his composure and continued on his way. The town he had been directed to was small, but relatively crowded. Thamis moved into the street, wrapping his cloak around his armored, well molded frame. Behind his visor, piercing blue eyes assessed the land with a studious and intense light, searching for the opponent he had been promised, for something odd to rise out of the crowd, and catch his attention. His mind was sharp and quick to process all the information thrown at him, and reaching out with the force, something caressed his senses, an odd, yet powerful feeling that drew his eyes toward the dark furred canine that he quickly identified as a Shistavanen.
The beast wasn't quite as tall as he was, and looked young, possessing a rather charming appearance despite his feral features. He looked intelligent, as well, which was not a common association for the more bestial races of the galaxy, despite their sentience. But even more intriguing were the waves of power that rolled off his form. This wolf was a Jedi. Glaring at him through the crowd with a firm and dark scowl, the Sith acolyte approached with a steady step, his chin held high as the slightest sliver of a cruel smirk fluttered across his lips before fading from existence. Thamis expected the Jedi to notice him, of course, and already a hand had strayed beneath his cloak to finger the lightsaber at his hip. If this Shistavanen was not his challenger, then he had found something far better then what he had originally come for, and his actions truly would have paid off after all. With his thumb resting upon the button that would ignite the crimson blade of his weapon, his step made not a sound, nor did his voice, as his deep scowl had planted a thin line upon his face.
According to the information given, there was a challenge awaiting him on Tatooine, one that would grant him fame among his fellow acolytes, if he should defeat this challenger. While it's identity was not revealed, he had been assured that he would know the challenger at sight, and he had been guided to the location where the battle would take place. Now he sat in his ship, The Talon, contemplating his next move. Beyond the cool interior stretched a vast sea of sizzling gold. A single glance outside threatened to blind the Sith, after his time in the darkness of his ship, and space. He was still determining the trustworthiness of the message. Would this be a true challenge, or an ambush? He was confident of his skills, but only to some well known extent. Thamis did not often surpass his limits, unless it was necessary. Should he decide to push past the line he had carved into his mind, it was usually only for personal gain, or for survival.
Deciding to trust his instincts, which was often what he followed when the way seemed unclear, the Sith stood from his chair, making sure that his ship was secure, before stepping out into the blood boiling weather. His first breath was one of fire, the blaze filling his lungs and threatening to incinerate them, leaving him to suffocate and die in the sand, but with a cough he recovered his composure and continued on his way. The town he had been directed to was small, but relatively crowded. Thamis moved into the street, wrapping his cloak around his armored, well molded frame. Behind his visor, piercing blue eyes assessed the land with a studious and intense light, searching for the opponent he had been promised, for something odd to rise out of the crowd, and catch his attention. His mind was sharp and quick to process all the information thrown at him, and reaching out with the force, something caressed his senses, an odd, yet powerful feeling that drew his eyes toward the dark furred canine that he quickly identified as a Shistavanen.
The beast wasn't quite as tall as he was, and looked young, possessing a rather charming appearance despite his feral features. He looked intelligent, as well, which was not a common association for the more bestial races of the galaxy, despite their sentience. But even more intriguing were the waves of power that rolled off his form. This wolf was a Jedi. Glaring at him through the crowd with a firm and dark scowl, the Sith acolyte approached with a steady step, his chin held high as the slightest sliver of a cruel smirk fluttered across his lips before fading from existence. Thamis expected the Jedi to notice him, of course, and already a hand had strayed beneath his cloak to finger the lightsaber at his hip. If this Shistavanen was not his challenger, then he had found something far better then what he had originally come for, and his actions truly would have paid off after all. With his thumb resting upon the button that would ignite the crimson blade of his weapon, his step made not a sound, nor did his voice, as his deep scowl had planted a thin line upon his face.