A Meeting worth Mention

[Darth Nazgal]

[member="Bond"]
Nazgal walked across the sandy landscape of tatooine. The Wind threw sand at him, most of it rolled over him and back into the wind but some flew into his robe causing minor discomfort. Nazgal grabs the back of his black hood and pulls it over his head, trying to conserve his body temperature from the hot suns overhead. His hand griped a long silver lightsaber shaft, he continued to grip the shaft tightly making beads of sweat form in his palm. Nazgal continued through the sandy landscape until he came upon a rocky cave in the ground with water droplets dropping from the ceiling. He walked towards the cavern and then crouched and walked into it and sat their for a while and grabbed a water satchel and some credits along with a old pistol encase he ran into any trouble along the way. He walked out of the cave and then walked back along the sandy landscape, kicking sand with every step from his heavy durasteel boots. Nazgal looked around, the force was telling him that something was close so he held his lightsaber tightly and continued to walk carefully but with a slight body movement that signaled he was ready to go on the defensive at a moment's notice. He looked around again, seeing multiple small caves along the sandy dunes but he ignored them, he sensed that ahead of him was a thing with a dark connection to the force, and he was determined to find them.

 

[Raijin Arashi]

The sound of the wind howling outside my little house on the cliffs outside this old spicerunner's hideout I'd stumbled upon three months ago. The echoes of footsteps in the cavern nearby were audible to the sensors that had been laid when I moved in, and there were holo-recordings of everything he'd done from when the newcomer hit the entrance of the cave. Now, I was simply waiting for the person to come into my sight, as well as my Force Sense.

This was going to be interesting.

[member="Darth Nazgal"]

 

[Darth Nazgal]

[member="Bond"]
Nazgal looked upward through his cloak and saw the little house. Sand flowing through his cloak along with the slight crisp of sand within the air, he walked towards the little house. His hand tightening around the silver hilt of his lightsaber. His feet created hard prints within the ground, beads of sweat dripped from his face as he continued to walk towards the small house. Nazgal recalled his memories since he crashed on this forsaken piece of rock which he dismissed, but still liked in a way. The Ship was hurtling through the sky and he crashed, his memories from before were slightly faded but he still remembered most of them. He missed the good old days with the Sith Empire, but that....was centuries ago and the time was now, not in the past but the present, waiting for the future to come. His black cloak flayed in the harsh wind of Tatooine, sending sand that lied upon the cloak in every direction behind him. His free hand reached upward and tug a loose black cloth upwards to his mouth and nose and it stayed their, acting as a bandanna and stopping the sand from entering nose and through his mouth. He looked around, his dark orange eyes scanning the landscape but nothing appeared visible to the naked eye. Soon, the twin suns would set and it would become dark but Nazgal kept at his current pace, he still had time before the Raiders came out along with any predators but he still kept his hand wrapped tightly around the silver hilt of his lightsaber. He neared the house, his free hand sparkling some blue from force lightning and it was at the ready. The Crisp of sand stained the air and the crunch upon the sand as his boots hit against it was the most of noise of smell that went on as he neared the house ever more.

 

[Raijin Arashi]

I stepped out of the house, dressed in my normal cowboy-ish fashion. The man was only visible as a black spot among the brown-ish landscape. Poor bastard. Seriously, who wore black on a planet that was hotter than a blast furnace? I sat on the cliff, and watched the almost insect-like spot on the ground climb towards me. He'd better climb fast, because the Sand People might have been on his tail without him noticing.

[member="Darth Nazgal"]

 

[Darth Nazgal]

[member="Bond"]
Nazgal continued on and then sensed that a creature or man of some sort was standing outside. He looked upward slightly and continued on. He was right, their was a man but he couldn't tell what race he was from here all he could tell was the they were wearing some type of cowboy hat or costume, he couldn't make it out from the distance. The light began to dim and fade as the twin suns went below the horizon. Covering Nazgal in total blackness, Nazgal flicked his hood off making sand on top of it flying off ward behind him. His black hair flicked with the sudden cold breeze and then Nazgal brought his free hand downward and gripped a stick and then a lighter. Fie blared and burned as he clicked the lighter on the top of the stick ridden with fuel, leaves and other stuff found around. He held the torch outward and then a button clicked and two blades flashed red proceeding from the silver lightsaber hilt. Nazgal looked around and then reached a hand into a pouch and pulled out some gunpowder and spread it into a circle around him and then lit the torch down onto of the gunpowder. Flames and red flare busted into a circle around him as the torch hit the gunpowder. Tusken Raiders or Sand people suddenly sprigged from the darkness holding all types of weapons, spears, rifles, and much, much more. Most of the raiders stood away from the fire but a few who looked like leaders of some sort stalked around the fire circle, looking for a way in or a sign of weakness. Nazgal dropped his cloak onto the ground and then stood their in his armor and a smooth but strong black robe reaching down towards his knees and it ending at his shoulders and knees. Then Nazgal send a stream of the force through the fire, making the fire die out with only a few embers and some ash remaining. The only light was red and came from the embers but most of it came from his double-bladed lightsaber, then he struck out and attacked. The Raiders descended upon him, and he twirled his blade in one hand while in the other he brought the fallen torch to his hand with the force to try and ward off the Raiders. Marks were slain and scars foretold and limbs amputated ad the blade twirled and shot out at the Raiders. Soon, Raiders blood stained the light sand along with bodies, but their were still many remaining.