Cameron Centurion
The First Son
Jungles of Virgillia
Near Bastion of Ren
Dressed simply in a pair of black pants, the large Sith Lord was in a state of comfort representative of his earlier life. Since relocating to Dosuun as a nominal member of the aristocracy, Cameron had adopted more traditional styles of dress. Every sentient in the galaxy wore some sort of mask, it was not just the Knights of Ren, whom maintained a base of operations nearby. A business suit was merely a less provocative form of a cloak and mask.
As such, Cameron relished the ability to shed his mask from time to time. Besides, the reality of Virgillia meant it was not really frequented by the vast majority of the First Order. Those that did have purpose here, seemed to somewhat rarely leave the confines of the Bastion. It wasn't exactly a new trend among the various initiates of the galaxy, but it remained a disturbing one to Cameron. They were so focused on their specific powers, spells, and lightsaber forms. It was all a bunch of bull. Knowledge without experience was simply wasted time.
Still...he had to say he was impressed with how wide Sieger's little experiment had gone. A man that Cameron had known, unable to maintain with the tenants of the Sith. He was not alone in that reality...there were so many that had left the fold too soon to try their hand at running their own government, own society. Cameron had made the mistake in his youth...in the days before he'd all but completely abandoned the foolish notion of supreme control over anything. His time with the Crusade had proven to him that the hearts and minds of sentients were so easily won. The challenge, the intrigue was in playing the king maker, enabling the success and failures of others. Sieger Ren would fall to his own self-assured superiority before long, but it would not be Cameron's hand that ended his former associate's reign.
Cameron Centurion was content existing to merely...bridge the gap... The gap between Sieger's noble intentions and the reality of power, strength. Closing his eyes, the Sith Lord slipped into another round of meditation, allowing the full weight of his presence to expand throughout the Force. As it infused the life of every living organism around him, the Sith Lord inhaled and exhaled steadily, the arcane tattoos on his exposed chest shifting with the flow of his presence.
[member="Zmej Ren"]
Near Bastion of Ren
Dressed simply in a pair of black pants, the large Sith Lord was in a state of comfort representative of his earlier life. Since relocating to Dosuun as a nominal member of the aristocracy, Cameron had adopted more traditional styles of dress. Every sentient in the galaxy wore some sort of mask, it was not just the Knights of Ren, whom maintained a base of operations nearby. A business suit was merely a less provocative form of a cloak and mask.
As such, Cameron relished the ability to shed his mask from time to time. Besides, the reality of Virgillia meant it was not really frequented by the vast majority of the First Order. Those that did have purpose here, seemed to somewhat rarely leave the confines of the Bastion. It wasn't exactly a new trend among the various initiates of the galaxy, but it remained a disturbing one to Cameron. They were so focused on their specific powers, spells, and lightsaber forms. It was all a bunch of bull. Knowledge without experience was simply wasted time.
Still...he had to say he was impressed with how wide Sieger's little experiment had gone. A man that Cameron had known, unable to maintain with the tenants of the Sith. He was not alone in that reality...there were so many that had left the fold too soon to try their hand at running their own government, own society. Cameron had made the mistake in his youth...in the days before he'd all but completely abandoned the foolish notion of supreme control over anything. His time with the Crusade had proven to him that the hearts and minds of sentients were so easily won. The challenge, the intrigue was in playing the king maker, enabling the success and failures of others. Sieger Ren would fall to his own self-assured superiority before long, but it would not be Cameron's hand that ended his former associate's reign.
Cameron Centurion was content existing to merely...bridge the gap... The gap between Sieger's noble intentions and the reality of power, strength. Closing his eyes, the Sith Lord slipped into another round of meditation, allowing the full weight of his presence to expand throughout the Force. As it infused the life of every living organism around him, the Sith Lord inhaled and exhaled steadily, the arcane tattoos on his exposed chest shifting with the flow of his presence.
[member="Zmej Ren"]