Darth Vazela
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Homeworld of the Chiss, known by some to be the place where the Gulag Virus emerged from which was once the last bastion to the unknown. The ramp of his shuttle lowered and the doors slid into the walls to the left and right. Snow filled air gripped the lungs of Vilox Pazela as he stood within the frame, upon the threshold into the frozen waste ahead. The sleeve of his dark robes on his right arm was rolled up to the stump where it used to be, severed from him during his confrontation with the Sorcerers of Tund, as the Jedi sought to finally quell their threat. His other, the left arm, hung loosely by his side. Despite the freezing temperature, it did not hold him. The Force flowed through him freely, offering a natural protection. Hypothermia and other illnesses that might befall an inexperienced Force user or the unfortunate non Force-sensitive would not claim him.
The Dark Master had not decided to land in the city, from whence came prying eyes and whispers; and the individual that he was meeting with upon the frozen tundra could be a piece to his jigsaw puzzle. He began his descent along the durasteel ramp into the snow and walked a few yards ahead before coming to a stop. He heard the ramp and doors retracted and close in on themselves, as his robes fluttered in the gale forced winds that whipped around him. His yellow predatory eyes were set upon the landscape ahead, waiting.
Homeworld of the Chiss, known by some to be the place where the Gulag Virus emerged from which was once the last bastion to the unknown. The ramp of his shuttle lowered and the doors slid into the walls to the left and right. Snow filled air gripped the lungs of Vilox Pazela as he stood within the frame, upon the threshold into the frozen waste ahead. The sleeve of his dark robes on his right arm was rolled up to the stump where it used to be, severed from him during his confrontation with the Sorcerers of Tund, as the Jedi sought to finally quell their threat. His other, the left arm, hung loosely by his side. Despite the freezing temperature, it did not hold him. The Force flowed through him freely, offering a natural protection. Hypothermia and other illnesses that might befall an inexperienced Force user or the unfortunate non Force-sensitive would not claim him.
The Dark Master had not decided to land in the city, from whence came prying eyes and whispers; and the individual that he was meeting with upon the frozen tundra could be a piece to his jigsaw puzzle. He began his descent along the durasteel ramp into the snow and walked a few yards ahead before coming to a stop. He heard the ramp and doors retracted and close in on themselves, as his robes fluttered in the gale forced winds that whipped around him. His yellow predatory eyes were set upon the landscape ahead, waiting.