Disciple of the dark side
Korriban - 900 ABY
![Korriban Valley] | This was my first attempt at digital art with GIMP. It's not painted, but rather a mix and blend of rock formations from my state, and/or other sources. Definitely](https://i.redd.it/i1w219hhpzw61.png "Korriban Valley] | This was my first attempt at digital art with GIMP. It's not painted, but rather a mix and blend of rock formations from my state, and/or other sources. Definitely")
Korriban, or Moraband, as some chose to call it, was a desolate place. For miles, all the eye could see was the crimson desert, scattered with towering cliff faces which cast eerie shadows in the light of the sunset. Ancient ruins were scattered among the landscape, broken likenesses of sith lords long past, lost to time long ago. Just as the desert sand buried them, so too did the sands of time bury their memory. But no one is ever truly forgotten.
A solitary figure walked through the wasteland, approaching a crevice between two deep red cliffs. Behind her, her ship lay still, it's sharp, geometric shape a stark contrast to the natural rock formations around it. But the woman payed no heed to what was behind her. Underneath her black hooded cloak, her red eyes glow in response to the dark side's energy in this place. Her black robes sway in the wind, exposing her bare feet, mechanical in nature. They make a soft clink, clank as she walks. Finally, after walking through the crevice, the woman approaches her destination, a crumbling temple to the dark side. And for the first time in a while, Lyssa let herself smile.
Lyssa could not help but feel deeply privileged to have been called here by the force. She knew very little about the sith, but what she did know was that this place was their homeworld. Here, in the red sand and the towering cliffs, was where the sith had began. Thousands and thousands of years ago, this place was filled with people like her - people who had chosen the darkness over the light. And she, someone who had been a sith for only ten years, had been called here, drawn to this place by the force. It was an honour of the highest degree, even if Lyssa had no idea why she was meant to be here.
However, the form of another figure on the steps of the temple may be why. Lyssa took her hood off to get a closer look at the individual. Her black painted lips curled back in disdain as she saw his armour. He was Mandalorian. Lyssa didn't have any quarrel with them, but she'd heard the stories. They were conquerers, a group of warriors who took what they wanted. Perhaps the force called her here to protect this sacred place from colonisation. Drawing her lightsaber pike, Lyssa intended to do just that.
"Mandalorian! You are trespassing here," she called out to the figure. "This planet is sacred to the sith. So unless you wield a crimson saber like I do, I suggest you leave now before I lose my temper, and you lose your head."
Cremek candorus
Music/ambience
Korriban, or Moraband, as some chose to call it, was a desolate place. For miles, all the eye could see was the crimson desert, scattered with towering cliff faces which cast eerie shadows in the light of the sunset. Ancient ruins were scattered among the landscape, broken likenesses of sith lords long past, lost to time long ago. Just as the desert sand buried them, so too did the sands of time bury their memory. But no one is ever truly forgotten.
A solitary figure walked through the wasteland, approaching a crevice between two deep red cliffs. Behind her, her ship lay still, it's sharp, geometric shape a stark contrast to the natural rock formations around it. But the woman payed no heed to what was behind her. Underneath her black hooded cloak, her red eyes glow in response to the dark side's energy in this place. Her black robes sway in the wind, exposing her bare feet, mechanical in nature. They make a soft clink, clank as she walks. Finally, after walking through the crevice, the woman approaches her destination, a crumbling temple to the dark side. And for the first time in a while, Lyssa let herself smile.
Lyssa could not help but feel deeply privileged to have been called here by the force. She knew very little about the sith, but what she did know was that this place was their homeworld. Here, in the red sand and the towering cliffs, was where the sith had began. Thousands and thousands of years ago, this place was filled with people like her - people who had chosen the darkness over the light. And she, someone who had been a sith for only ten years, had been called here, drawn to this place by the force. It was an honour of the highest degree, even if Lyssa had no idea why she was meant to be here.
However, the form of another figure on the steps of the temple may be why. Lyssa took her hood off to get a closer look at the individual. Her black painted lips curled back in disdain as she saw his armour. He was Mandalorian. Lyssa didn't have any quarrel with them, but she'd heard the stories. They were conquerers, a group of warriors who took what they wanted. Perhaps the force called her here to protect this sacred place from colonisation. Drawing her lightsaber pike, Lyssa intended to do just that.
"Mandalorian! You are trespassing here," she called out to the figure. "This planet is sacred to the sith. So unless you wield a crimson saber like I do, I suggest you leave now before I lose my temper, and you lose your head."
Cremek candorus
Music/ambience
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