Darth Naile
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Slow, deep, rhythmic breathing. At-one-ment in every sense. As Darth Naile gazed deeply into his inner thoughts, allowing the the Force to transport his mind around the galaxy, he could feel the radiating pulse of changes happening in every corner. New groups of Jedi rising from obscurity, small sects of Dark practitioners gathering in the shadowy chasms of long-abandoned temples on distant planets. His minds eye, guided by the Force, watched as countless new beings took their first breath of life, while innumerable others gasped in their final throws.
Opening his eyes and gazing around, he slowly realized the meditation room he once slaved over had fallen into noticeable disrepair. The dim lighting cast enough painful glare for him to be able to take in a coating of dust on every surface, cobwebs hanging from the corners, indicating he'd been meditating for far longer than he anticipated, though for how long he was unsure.
His body and mind felt weak, but he pushed himself to slowly rise. Audible cracks could be heard coming from is out-of-use joints, his muscles quivering under unfamiliar tension. His consciousness fighting away the pain, knowing that such a deep meditation should not be interrupted until finished regardless of the anguish he now faced using his body in a way he'd obviously become unaccustomed to.
After a short period to give his eyes time to adjust to being used once again, Lord Naile walked over to the door, pressing a button causing the door to whoosh open.
Stepping into the hallway, he allowed his mind to wander and take in the sights of his lambda shuttle, a ship he'd become unfamiliar with. He slowly made his way towards the cockpit, sitting down and waking the computer up to look for a current date and time so he could get his bearings.
13 months. Over a year he'd spent in quiet meditation. How he survived he wasn't certain, but the ways of the Dark Side he learned through his close communication with the Force made such considerations minute if not totally irrelevant.
Still feeling the blood rush back into his limbs, he examined his personal logs from before his meditation. Ambition, longing for power and an even greater grasp of the Force, frustration, all of these emotions came flowing back into him as he reminded himself where he was and what he'd been planning to do.
Glancing out the cockpit viewscreen he smiled noticing he'd managed to park in an isolated cave. Corellia, according to his navigation information, on the side of a moderately sized mountain in the middle of a forest surrounding a lake. His hands reached for the controls of the ship and he slowly guided the ship into a low hover, moving outside the cave and positioning to leave the planet's surface. He activated the autopilot, and walked back to the galley to grab some food and beverage for his starving and thirsty body.
Sitting at his small table eating and drinking a small feast, one thought occupied his mind. What shall he do now?
Opening his eyes and gazing around, he slowly realized the meditation room he once slaved over had fallen into noticeable disrepair. The dim lighting cast enough painful glare for him to be able to take in a coating of dust on every surface, cobwebs hanging from the corners, indicating he'd been meditating for far longer than he anticipated, though for how long he was unsure.
His body and mind felt weak, but he pushed himself to slowly rise. Audible cracks could be heard coming from is out-of-use joints, his muscles quivering under unfamiliar tension. His consciousness fighting away the pain, knowing that such a deep meditation should not be interrupted until finished regardless of the anguish he now faced using his body in a way he'd obviously become unaccustomed to.
After a short period to give his eyes time to adjust to being used once again, Lord Naile walked over to the door, pressing a button causing the door to whoosh open.
Stepping into the hallway, he allowed his mind to wander and take in the sights of his lambda shuttle, a ship he'd become unfamiliar with. He slowly made his way towards the cockpit, sitting down and waking the computer up to look for a current date and time so he could get his bearings.
13 months. Over a year he'd spent in quiet meditation. How he survived he wasn't certain, but the ways of the Dark Side he learned through his close communication with the Force made such considerations minute if not totally irrelevant.
Still feeling the blood rush back into his limbs, he examined his personal logs from before his meditation. Ambition, longing for power and an even greater grasp of the Force, frustration, all of these emotions came flowing back into him as he reminded himself where he was and what he'd been planning to do.
Glancing out the cockpit viewscreen he smiled noticing he'd managed to park in an isolated cave. Corellia, according to his navigation information, on the side of a moderately sized mountain in the middle of a forest surrounding a lake. His hands reached for the controls of the ship and he slowly guided the ship into a low hover, moving outside the cave and positioning to leave the planet's surface. He activated the autopilot, and walked back to the galley to grab some food and beverage for his starving and thirsty body.
Sitting at his small table eating and drinking a small feast, one thought occupied his mind. What shall he do now?