Darren Onyx
Fallen
He stood there. His mask obscured his face. As he looked up at the entrance, which was at the top of the long stairs, flashes of the past began to fill his vision. This was the place where his journey started so long ago. This tomb. This tomb where he started his quest of knowledge and power. Where he met @[member="Darren Shaw"] and started a long time friendship that ultimately lead him to his current state as a cyborg.
This tomb...
For so long, Onyx hid from the galaxy. Hiding and waiting for the correct moment to reemerge. He knew about the current tension between Mandalorian, Republic, and Sith Empire. He knew it was the perfect time to continue his quest.
His armor and mask were both worn and old. He didn't care. It was a symbol, his mark on the galaxy. But before he did anything, he needed to remind himself of his quest. So there he stood, at the tomb that started everything. Taking a deep breath he started up the stairs.
Upon reaching the entrance he let another breath go. "So we begin," he whispered to himself. Stepping into the tomb, he had both lightsabers ready for anything that might appear.
This tomb...
For so long, Onyx hid from the galaxy. Hiding and waiting for the correct moment to reemerge. He knew about the current tension between Mandalorian, Republic, and Sith Empire. He knew it was the perfect time to continue his quest.
His armor and mask were both worn and old. He didn't care. It was a symbol, his mark on the galaxy. But before he did anything, he needed to remind himself of his quest. So there he stood, at the tomb that started everything. Taking a deep breath he started up the stairs.
Upon reaching the entrance he let another breath go. "So we begin," he whispered to himself. Stepping into the tomb, he had both lightsabers ready for anything that might appear.