Korriban - DreshdaeThere is a difference between living your entire life as an assassin, believing the skills you had were all that you possessed, and then suddenly thinking in the back of your mind that maybe all that you are can be put into the palm of your hand. So small and insignificant to the grand scheme of the cosmos, it was quite unsettling, but Sorin knew that when he dodged that Trooper's shot, it wasn't out of instinct. It should have gone through him. He should be dead. It was as if some part of him screamed out to move, warning him of danger, and saved his life. And the feeling hasn't gone away. Maybe it has always been there, in the dark corners of his mind, and it whispered.
Now that whispering had become a chorus the moment he had dropped out of hyperspace and landed upon the planet. As he walked among the many people that went past in the blistering heat and sand of the world of Korriban, Dreshdae was active with people and beings of almost all races. And a few more Storm Troopers than he had thought might be here. As he walked down that crowded street, buildings on both sides, he didn't know exactly where to go. All he had to go on was the voice in his head, and so he walked on, his bag on his back, and a forward stride, his red hair ablaze in the light of the afternoon sun.