Jacen Voidstalker
Failure Is Not Fatal
Deep below the surface of Sullust one could find true darkness. This wasn’t the darkness of night, where the world was etched in charcoal. This was a total, all encapsulating darkness that engulfed everything. No matter how long one sat with eyes open, nothing but a homogeneous field of obsidian would appear.
Sat cross-legged in the middle of the room, Jacen was as still as he had been for the last four hours. A glass of water sat untouched at his side. The resounding silence seemed like something that stifled sound by its weight, when it was merely the absence of sound. Thick duracrete walls cut out any influence that could disturb his work.
Sat cross-legged in the middle of the room, Jacen was as still as he had been for the last four hours. A glass of water sat untouched at his side. The resounding silence seemed like something that stifled sound by its weight, when it was merely the absence of sound. Thick duracrete walls cut out any influence that could disturb his work.