Atlas Blackwood
Character
Atlas waited in the busy terminal, it was a rather open place. No huge walls, constricting structures, or very many intense security measures. It allowed Atlas to truly admire Korriban while he waited. Atlas sat on a bench, from here he could see all of the landing pads designed for pick up. Every few seconds he scanned each one, analyzing whether or not it was the vessel he was to board. Odd circumstances brought Atlas here. He was just a few days ago in a ship within a One Sith fleet. That's where he was staying ever since he was picked up off of his home planet Anobis (a beautiful place). He was to start training within the ways of the Sith, but some complications altered that expected course. The master who had saved him from his wretched circumstance has come to be unable to teach him. So for the next couple weeks he stayed within the fleet, learned some things, lost some things. He finally was able to make contact with a new Sith Master; his name was [member="Darth Vyrassu"] . Atlas thought him a very promising teacher. A Sith pure-blood. Not something you see ever day. Atlas (being in his enclosed evirnonment) had never seen someone of this race, nor power in his life. It both worried, and excited him.
Atlas pulled out his data-pad to see the time and sighed. He placed it back in its spot on his belt and scanned each landing pad once more awaiting his new adventure.
Atlas pulled out his data-pad to see the time and sighed. He placed it back in its spot on his belt and scanned each landing pad once more awaiting his new adventure.