Lord of Girth
Malachor V
Planetary Surface
Many times have I looked and searched for tools that I might be able to use. Vong Technology was one. Tools of Sith Alchemy, and even relics of the past. However, this one was different. A man had become something more. More than what I could likely ever become. There were actually accounts of him in multiple places over the span of centuries. Places where he had killed Jedi, and Sith alike.
I had once claimed myself by the title of the "Lord of Pain" simply because pain was all about my life. It was what shaped me as a child to grow, and to become strong. Pain was my modivator. Sure, possibly seeing my brother once more was there as well, but I didn't want to be in pain as a child. Now, I look back on myself seeing how pain is a motivation tool. It can be used in torture, it can be used to teach, and it can be used to influence people.
Hence why I was here.
Dressed in Sith Stalker armor, modified to not be completely attached to me, I slid the helmet over my head as I walked down the ramp of my ship. The men in the shuttle knowing to stay back as I spoke to them over my shoulder.
"I will call when I am done."
"How long Sir?"
Honestly, I didn't know the answer to that. Sure, it may be as easy as walking into the temple that was literally a few hundred meters away from me, and oops, there it is. Likely, it would be longer, and I expected to be here for maybe a day or so. Hence why the provisions upon the utility belt. I continued to walk when I could hear the man speak again.
"Sir, How long do you think you will be?"
I stopped and turned my head over my shoulder. Looking at him through the visor. I was dressed as my Sith counterpart of Darth Ansem. Soon to change if I had anything about it.
"As long as it needs to be."
Planetary Surface
Many times have I looked and searched for tools that I might be able to use. Vong Technology was one. Tools of Sith Alchemy, and even relics of the past. However, this one was different. A man had become something more. More than what I could likely ever become. There were actually accounts of him in multiple places over the span of centuries. Places where he had killed Jedi, and Sith alike.
I had once claimed myself by the title of the "Lord of Pain" simply because pain was all about my life. It was what shaped me as a child to grow, and to become strong. Pain was my modivator. Sure, possibly seeing my brother once more was there as well, but I didn't want to be in pain as a child. Now, I look back on myself seeing how pain is a motivation tool. It can be used in torture, it can be used to teach, and it can be used to influence people.
Hence why I was here.
Dressed in Sith Stalker armor, modified to not be completely attached to me, I slid the helmet over my head as I walked down the ramp of my ship. The men in the shuttle knowing to stay back as I spoke to them over my shoulder.
"I will call when I am done."
"How long Sir?"
Honestly, I didn't know the answer to that. Sure, it may be as easy as walking into the temple that was literally a few hundred meters away from me, and oops, there it is. Likely, it would be longer, and I expected to be here for maybe a day or so. Hence why the provisions upon the utility belt. I continued to walk when I could hear the man speak again.
"Sir, How long do you think you will be?"
I stopped and turned my head over my shoulder. Looking at him through the visor. I was dressed as my Sith counterpart of Darth Ansem. Soon to change if I had anything about it.
"As long as it needs to be."