Wes Thul Drast
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- Dec 19, 2018
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1259 local time
It was past midnight when the Sith shuttle landed, a few hundred meters away from the ruined Jedi temple on Tython. Wes had observed it as they flew around the area, its caved in roof, some pillars still standing as if the Force itself was propping them up. Even once they landed, the atmosphere of the temple was eerie to say the least. It was obvious the two Sith were not welcome here, but they pressed on nevertheless.
There was a disgusting stench to it, though at first Wes couldn't quite put his finger on it. Then, his nose crinkled and he scowled, a facial gesture he does not use very often. Genuine irritation filled him, bordering on anger, and the stench seemed to part a bit. "The light side remains strong here," he remarked. "Though our mere presence seems to bend the air around us." And it was true. When the dark side manifested within Wes, the positive energy recoiled away, like a prey animal being chased by a hawk. It was glorious.
The two walked for a bit, cloaks swishing behind them. It was so damn quiet. Tython had been this way for centuries, though Wes could not explain why the Empire had waited so long to retake it. The job was clearly going to be difficult, but surely, they could have sent more capable soldiers than two Sith Acolytes operating in the Empire's weakest era since its inception. Someone more closely related to Andraste would have done the job easily.
But that did not matter. They were here, and it was up to them to do it. The two should consider this an honor.
@Kayenta Moenkopi