Aspect of Nihilus
It was nearly impossible to recollect within the hundreds of years of his existence when he had begun his search. Yet, in spite of it all, not a day went by that he did not consider the possibilities behind his drive; behind the very nature of the force that drove him.
What he sought, beyond the comprehension of simpler men, lay at the end of a journey that had brought him first to the planet of Malachor V. Decades, centuries, millennia had passed since it had become a shattered husk of it's former self. A planet once lush with life and the pride of the Mandalorian Empire, now left as nothing more than a floating pile of rocks with the remains of an ancient temple within.
Unfortunate as it was that what he sought was not within the bowels of such a wretched tomb. However he was unswayed by such a shortcoming, resolute to continue his search across the stretches of the galaxy should that be necessary. And to the likes of the planet Telos IV; the known resting place of the being whose power he sought.
Pitiful was the thought that such an essence, a gargantuan presence, could be defeated as it was over a planet that once could not hold a torch to the forces that oppressed it.
It was there that he found the information he had searched for for so long. A time so extended he had lost tune with it's true length. Within the remnants of the planet's surface structures, far from the eyes of the unknowing public, he found the archives that held the answers to his questions. Star maps to guide him, records to teach him and enough knowledge to whet his appetite for the power that lay in wait for him on the planet Volik.
With this information in hand, he almost felt as if that same hunger began to take hold of him, drawn ever more in his insatiable desire for power to seek out the source. Had he not gone mad long ago, more could be said for the wild thoughts that consumed the mind of the aged Sith. He was not yet raving, but there were those whom he passed who strayed but a few feet further away as he passed.
He made swiftly for the hangar of the station, but was not without the awareness that one dared not heed the caution his presence warranted. Something even he dared not deny of it's warranted admiration.
His search would continue, distractions or no.
[member="Ignis Imura"]
What he sought, beyond the comprehension of simpler men, lay at the end of a journey that had brought him first to the planet of Malachor V. Decades, centuries, millennia had passed since it had become a shattered husk of it's former self. A planet once lush with life and the pride of the Mandalorian Empire, now left as nothing more than a floating pile of rocks with the remains of an ancient temple within.
Unfortunate as it was that what he sought was not within the bowels of such a wretched tomb. However he was unswayed by such a shortcoming, resolute to continue his search across the stretches of the galaxy should that be necessary. And to the likes of the planet Telos IV; the known resting place of the being whose power he sought.
Pitiful was the thought that such an essence, a gargantuan presence, could be defeated as it was over a planet that once could not hold a torch to the forces that oppressed it.
It was there that he found the information he had searched for for so long. A time so extended he had lost tune with it's true length. Within the remnants of the planet's surface structures, far from the eyes of the unknowing public, he found the archives that held the answers to his questions. Star maps to guide him, records to teach him and enough knowledge to whet his appetite for the power that lay in wait for him on the planet Volik.
With this information in hand, he almost felt as if that same hunger began to take hold of him, drawn ever more in his insatiable desire for power to seek out the source. Had he not gone mad long ago, more could be said for the wild thoughts that consumed the mind of the aged Sith. He was not yet raving, but there were those whom he passed who strayed but a few feet further away as he passed.
He made swiftly for the hangar of the station, but was not without the awareness that one dared not heed the caution his presence warranted. Something even he dared not deny of it's warranted admiration.
His search would continue, distractions or no.
[member="Ignis Imura"]