Darth Veles
Sweet Avreet
Korriban was a planet traditionally associated with the Sith, neither time nor Jedi would ever change that. Not that Avreet ever liked the planet; much like his Master, he found the combination of the ever-present sand and the burning sun quite unfortunate, enough to develop a significant distaste for the planet despite its significance for the Sith. The Mon Cal hardly considered himself a traditionalist, he wanted the Sith to continue evolving without constantly getting stuck in the past and carrying some outright ridiculous customs that dated back to the time when the red-skinned Sith ruled the planet. Therefore, as a Sith, Avreet hardly cared for the planet’s cultural value it held for some. The reason of his visit was mostly nostalgic; he wished to see the places he used to train, feel the powerful presence of the Dark Side, survive in the unforgiving desert, visit a tomb or two,… Nothing unusual, really. Just a test of his abilities that would confirm his strength. The last time he visited one particular place was when his old Master considered taking him as an apprentice and wished the Acolyte to pass her trial. The Mon Cal wanted to go through the same thing again, experience something new.
As he exited the shuttle that took him right to Dreshdae, memories rushed to him, that old familiar feeling making him shiver despite the fact the hot air shimmered above the ground and the planet’s characteristic red dust and sand immediately started irritating his sensitive skin. Luckily for him, a long black cloak protected him from the most of it. Pulling the cloak’s hood over his head, the Sith Lord glanced around the settlement, noting it has not changed in the slightest since his last visit. Occasional sentients of all kinds passed through the streets with a lone speeder passing through, one could hear the chatter and see the desolate atmosphere. It looked as if the settlement died with all of its inhabitants minus the few souls wandering outside. It wasn’t unusual though, really; most inhabitants stayed inside if they could to protect themselves from the sun. Aside from several vendors trying to sell their products be it food or spare parts, a small group of smugglers walking out of a bar and making their way towards a group of Sith Pureblood civilians that hid in the shadow of said bar, Avreet’s amber eyes spied nothing interesting. He frowned upon seeing the red Sith though; such a proud race once destined to carry the Sith message, now reduced to this. It proved his theory. Sith constantly evolved and they had no place for red-skinned barbarians stuck in 4000 BBY, their methods and customs. The galaxy simply worked in a different way than it used to.
Passing several houses and towers, his boots making prints in the crimson sand, the Mon Cal embarked on his journey through the desert, the first test. Sustained only by the Dark Side radiating from the very planet, he would make his way through the dunes that served as a massive graveyard for those who were too weak to be Sith. Well, the amphibian did take a bottle of water, something of a necessity given his race. It will still be a challenge, as not only he had to fight against the sun, but also the wild beasts running around unchecked given the Sith Academy went silent with the Republic’s invasion. Avreet vividly remembered the small groups of Tuk’ata searching for prey, surprising and killing many unprepared Acolytes and even Knights.
The Sith Lord did not need a compass to guide him; the Dark Side called him from the Valley of the Dark Lords, his destination. It appeared as if the Force welcomed him back, he could almost hear it talking to him…
Shaking his head, the Mon Cal pushed these thoughts away, knowing all had to be careful on this planet. Although he was the only lifeform in the vicinity as far as he could see, he wasn’t completely alone. Many of those long dead still haunted this planet and wished to claim a body.
Sand crunched under his boots as he continued at a steady pace, advancing through the desert. Soon, as he turned around, he did not even see the settlement, though it was partly due to the poor visibility. A red cloud of dust enveloped everything and with each breeze that washed over the desert, the Sith had to pull the hood further down into his face to cover his eye. Good old Korriban, how much he disliked the planet! Naturally, the desert welcomed him with its typical hospitality; a pair of Tuk’ata. When the beasts spotted the amphibious Sith and he sighted them, the Mon Cal stood still, only his right hand moving ever so slightly towards his hip and taking one of the curved hilts hanging on the belt. The wild monsters approached him, slowly and carefully, but he could feel their hunger, the beasts wished to feast on his flesh and blood!
One flick of his wrist and both beast lied dead, their smoking heaps left behind with orange lines burned through their necks. The sand would bury them, just as Avreet’s tracks. It was easy to disappear on Korriban back when it housed thousands of Sith, it was easier now. Still, Avreet remained aware of the chance of meeting some Jedi or Republic forces. In fact, he hoped for it to happen; another test for him.
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As he exited the shuttle that took him right to Dreshdae, memories rushed to him, that old familiar feeling making him shiver despite the fact the hot air shimmered above the ground and the planet’s characteristic red dust and sand immediately started irritating his sensitive skin. Luckily for him, a long black cloak protected him from the most of it. Pulling the cloak’s hood over his head, the Sith Lord glanced around the settlement, noting it has not changed in the slightest since his last visit. Occasional sentients of all kinds passed through the streets with a lone speeder passing through, one could hear the chatter and see the desolate atmosphere. It looked as if the settlement died with all of its inhabitants minus the few souls wandering outside. It wasn’t unusual though, really; most inhabitants stayed inside if they could to protect themselves from the sun. Aside from several vendors trying to sell their products be it food or spare parts, a small group of smugglers walking out of a bar and making their way towards a group of Sith Pureblood civilians that hid in the shadow of said bar, Avreet’s amber eyes spied nothing interesting. He frowned upon seeing the red Sith though; such a proud race once destined to carry the Sith message, now reduced to this. It proved his theory. Sith constantly evolved and they had no place for red-skinned barbarians stuck in 4000 BBY, their methods and customs. The galaxy simply worked in a different way than it used to.
Passing several houses and towers, his boots making prints in the crimson sand, the Mon Cal embarked on his journey through the desert, the first test. Sustained only by the Dark Side radiating from the very planet, he would make his way through the dunes that served as a massive graveyard for those who were too weak to be Sith. Well, the amphibian did take a bottle of water, something of a necessity given his race. It will still be a challenge, as not only he had to fight against the sun, but also the wild beasts running around unchecked given the Sith Academy went silent with the Republic’s invasion. Avreet vividly remembered the small groups of Tuk’ata searching for prey, surprising and killing many unprepared Acolytes and even Knights.
The Sith Lord did not need a compass to guide him; the Dark Side called him from the Valley of the Dark Lords, his destination. It appeared as if the Force welcomed him back, he could almost hear it talking to him…
Shaking his head, the Mon Cal pushed these thoughts away, knowing all had to be careful on this planet. Although he was the only lifeform in the vicinity as far as he could see, he wasn’t completely alone. Many of those long dead still haunted this planet and wished to claim a body.
Sand crunched under his boots as he continued at a steady pace, advancing through the desert. Soon, as he turned around, he did not even see the settlement, though it was partly due to the poor visibility. A red cloud of dust enveloped everything and with each breeze that washed over the desert, the Sith had to pull the hood further down into his face to cover his eye. Good old Korriban, how much he disliked the planet! Naturally, the desert welcomed him with its typical hospitality; a pair of Tuk’ata. When the beasts spotted the amphibious Sith and he sighted them, the Mon Cal stood still, only his right hand moving ever so slightly towards his hip and taking one of the curved hilts hanging on the belt. The wild monsters approached him, slowly and carefully, but he could feel their hunger, the beasts wished to feast on his flesh and blood!
One flick of his wrist and both beast lied dead, their smoking heaps left behind with orange lines burned through their necks. The sand would bury them, just as Avreet’s tracks. It was easy to disappear on Korriban back when it housed thousands of Sith, it was easier now. Still, Avreet remained aware of the chance of meeting some Jedi or Republic forces. In fact, he hoped for it to happen; another test for him.
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