Darth Pyrrhus
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The Cataphract made its way through the cold depths of space. It travelled alone and without an escort through hyperspace. Its destination was known only to Darth Pyrrhus himself and the necessary crew members. It was not a top secret operation, although as usual Pyrrhus preferred to keep things on a need to know basis. The less complications the better. [member="Zakir Thaun"] did not yet need to know. Everything revolved around him, however, and so he would learn of it in due time.
Before that there were some things Pyrrhus wished to go over. It was not long since he had picked up the Zabrak on Serreno. Save from the little expedition on Elom he had little experience under his belt. Prior to becoming the Lord of Ruin's apprentice he seemed to have little understanding of the Sith or the Force. It became Pyrrhus' role then to create a solid foundation. They had covered the basics of swordsmanship and Sith philosophy. But what did he know of the Force?
With this in mind, the Togruta Lord had summoned Zakir to what had effectively been reworked into a training chamber. He awaited him within, draped in his new Sith robes, dubbed 'Virsune robes' from its meaning in Sith - pride. The robes were touched by the Dark Side, and so sometimes seemed to have a nature of their own. If anything, they were proud and eagerly seeking to lure in and demoralise whomever it came across. It created an oppressing aura, the air surrounding it weighing heavy on the room.
But on his path, before Zakir could reach his master's location, another was waiting. Kregan Fash, a Zabrak like Zakir and Pyrrhus' long time apprentice and right hand. It would appear as if they crossed paths on coincidence, but it was far from it. Someone new was being included into the Togruta's entourage. Kregan knew they would be introduced at some point. He would make sure it happened on his terms.
Around the corner of a hallway, their paths was set to cross. Kregan had discarded his Sith robes and was in his faded yellow doublet ontop of black pants. The only visible weapon on him was the hilt of a lightsaber clipped to his belt.
Before that there were some things Pyrrhus wished to go over. It was not long since he had picked up the Zabrak on Serreno. Save from the little expedition on Elom he had little experience under his belt. Prior to becoming the Lord of Ruin's apprentice he seemed to have little understanding of the Sith or the Force. It became Pyrrhus' role then to create a solid foundation. They had covered the basics of swordsmanship and Sith philosophy. But what did he know of the Force?
With this in mind, the Togruta Lord had summoned Zakir to what had effectively been reworked into a training chamber. He awaited him within, draped in his new Sith robes, dubbed 'Virsune robes' from its meaning in Sith - pride. The robes were touched by the Dark Side, and so sometimes seemed to have a nature of their own. If anything, they were proud and eagerly seeking to lure in and demoralise whomever it came across. It created an oppressing aura, the air surrounding it weighing heavy on the room.
But on his path, before Zakir could reach his master's location, another was waiting. Kregan Fash, a Zabrak like Zakir and Pyrrhus' long time apprentice and right hand. It would appear as if they crossed paths on coincidence, but it was far from it. Someone new was being included into the Togruta's entourage. Kregan knew they would be introduced at some point. He would make sure it happened on his terms.
Around the corner of a hallway, their paths was set to cross. Kregan had discarded his Sith robes and was in his faded yellow doublet ontop of black pants. The only visible weapon on him was the hilt of a lightsaber clipped to his belt.