The thick rain forests of this planet are horrid, sweat is leaking from me, my hair is clad in sweat, giving a foul odor that is beginning to cling to my body, furs were not ideal for this mission. I did intent to bring much technology with me, besides I am mere extra muscle against the swarms of the Kaleesh, a savage primitive, yet nationalistic folk. The rain was constant, heavy, I felt like I was weighing double weight, not in the sweat, but the rain. My leather boots became muddy, the water was sinking in, it was irradiating and uncomfortable, but at least it wasn't frostbite. There were mere rumors and vague remarks that there might be a Sith Temple some where around here, was it worth? Of course it wasn't, but yet again what choice do I have? I heard a constant stream of strange noises, only slightly muffled by the sound of rain, and yet I swear I heard voices, speaking strange dialect and langue I will most likely never know, nor that I intend to. In my wet and muddy hands I carry with me, a simple yet sturdy axe, using it to cleave my way past the bushes, I pretend to my self that I am cleaving people, to give my self some small sense of enjoyment out of this. I was only vaguely sure which way I was going, I may be tracker, but I'm not used to this, and a path would certainly help.
As the baking sun boils down on me, and the irradiating rain at least cools me, I find my self wondering where the other "sith" are, mostly youngsters, mostly joined not to late then I, but their force heritage gifts them a special position that I will most likely never know to enjoy, they see me as an inferior" Non-sensitive, to be bossed around accordingly, I can almost be promised they will go out of their way to make my life at the very least slightly more difficult. The sounds get oddly louder, I ignore them however, nothing more then creatures plotting to strike me, most likely, but I have no fear, they will be dead before they open their jaws, or what ever horrid things they use to eat. But what worries me slightly more, is that I am hearing whispers, no grunts or growls, but words at least I think they are. But it is only vague, no threat to me I would think.
The bushes become lighter, and some remark of there once being a path is shown, however this is most likely only the start to a long and tedious journey.
[member="Lark"] [member="Satia"]
As the baking sun boils down on me, and the irradiating rain at least cools me, I find my self wondering where the other "sith" are, mostly youngsters, mostly joined not to late then I, but their force heritage gifts them a special position that I will most likely never know to enjoy, they see me as an inferior" Non-sensitive, to be bossed around accordingly, I can almost be promised they will go out of their way to make my life at the very least slightly more difficult. The sounds get oddly louder, I ignore them however, nothing more then creatures plotting to strike me, most likely, but I have no fear, they will be dead before they open their jaws, or what ever horrid things they use to eat. But what worries me slightly more, is that I am hearing whispers, no grunts or growls, but words at least I think they are. But it is only vague, no threat to me I would think.
The bushes become lighter, and some remark of there once being a path is shown, however this is most likely only the start to a long and tedious journey.
[member="Lark"] [member="Satia"]