I am a son of the Mountain.
Location: Firestar | Time: Early Morning | Objective: In Processing| Tags:

It never stopped, it never ended, and some days it seemed like it never even slowed down. Following the liberation of Felacat, Cardinal had been dealing with a rather large influx of recruits into the ranks of the Knight’s Obsidian. It wasn't something he took lightly, as each Knight was carefully selected by the Order. Although Cardinal did not make all of the selections, some of the more pertinent cases were handled himself. That brought him to the newly built Obsidian Station that hovered over Felacat. Firestar, as it had been dubbed, was a Ragnarok-Class space station that had been specifically built for new recruits.
Walking down the pristine halls of the space station, The Dominus Prime held a cup of caffe in his hand and was chewing the remainder of a piece of jerky. His usual diet, oddly enough, did not consist of many meals. Instead he merely snacked on occasion and fed off the living Force to preserve his strength and maintain his constitution. He looked particularly energetic today as he strode down the halls, his golden eyes glancing around at the new faces that filled the station.
He found himself staring at a door that led into a dimly lit set of offices. It was where he and other senior members conducted their interviews and in processing. Taking a deep sip from his cup of caffe, the Dominus looked to one of the armored Knights standing in front of the door. “How many?” He asked, before one the larger of the two men glanced down to the datapad he had been holding. “About seventy, Sir.” Seventy. That was seventy applicants today. It never ceased to amaze how many soldiers, warriors, and Force Users sought to join the Knights, and those men here today had already completed an initial interview and background check for elimination.
“Who is first?” Cardinal asked, as the other Knight handed him a file.
“Madalena Antares, Force User, first time recruit.” He said, offering a few basics as he gestured towards one of the offices.
Cardinal nodded before making his way into the office, saying no more to the Knight’s watching the front. As he opened the door, he glanced over to the woman who sat in the dimly lit room, inclining his head to her respectfully. “Madalena?” He asked, already knowing the answer.