The Sith Capital of Bastion was a busy place in the populated areas. Ships broke and left atmosphere almost constantly. Speederbikes buzzed through the air, the chatter of thousands of people filled the marketplaces. Permacrete and transparisteel spires blocked one's view and little of the natural landscape was left where the signs of sentient life were present. This was not the case near the outskirts of the cities, however. As the permacrete jungles faded, nature became more prevalent. Trees lined the various streets, their red leaves standing in colourful contrast to the grey of civilisation, and as one moved even further from the centre, out of the city itself, the grey made way to even more varied natural colours. There the natural environment replaced the sentient-made structures entirely. Out there was where true adventure lay, waiting to claim the lives of the foolish, ready to reward those strong enough to persevere. That was where Atlas' path led.
An unidentified object had recently crashed into an unpopulated area of the planet, preliminary scans had indicated it to be nothing but a meteor, thus causing some unattentive officer to dismiss it as such, but images caught by defence satellites had made their way to Atlas, who was immediately intrigued. Something about the object had seemed off to him from the start and the more he analysed the images, the more he realised the object lined up with a legend he had come across when the Sith Empire had first taken Bastion for themselves. A legend of a Leviathan, created by servants of the Dark Side, a twisted combination of organic matter and machine, it was a creature of war, an invaluable asset. One that Atlas had wished to seize since he read the first words about it.
Due to the creature's connection to a very specific species of the Dark Side's servants, the Graug, Atlas had gathered aid from a notable student of the Sith, a Graug hybrid by the name of Dakil. The Acolyte was a promising one, he carried the resilience of the Zabrak and the brutality of the Graug, though his physical prowess was not what Atlas required, merely his insights on the Graug. He had only ever come across them on battlefields, where he watched them savagely butcher hundreds of innocents. Additionally, Imperial records revealed too little about the species to be of use to him, thus a loyal member of the species would be required for his quest. For these reasons had he contacted Dakil, asking the Hybrid to meet with him.
The Epicanthix was awaiting the one known as the Destitute on the outskirts of Bastion's capital, standing before a transport ship that would bring them to the crash site of the object. He stood relaxed, arms crossed in front of his chest, eyes closed, though his mask hid his scarred visage. He had entered into a state of meditation to focus his mind on the task at hand to pass the time, seeking clues from the Force on what this day might bring.
[member="Dakil"]
An unidentified object had recently crashed into an unpopulated area of the planet, preliminary scans had indicated it to be nothing but a meteor, thus causing some unattentive officer to dismiss it as such, but images caught by defence satellites had made their way to Atlas, who was immediately intrigued. Something about the object had seemed off to him from the start and the more he analysed the images, the more he realised the object lined up with a legend he had come across when the Sith Empire had first taken Bastion for themselves. A legend of a Leviathan, created by servants of the Dark Side, a twisted combination of organic matter and machine, it was a creature of war, an invaluable asset. One that Atlas had wished to seize since he read the first words about it.
Due to the creature's connection to a very specific species of the Dark Side's servants, the Graug, Atlas had gathered aid from a notable student of the Sith, a Graug hybrid by the name of Dakil. The Acolyte was a promising one, he carried the resilience of the Zabrak and the brutality of the Graug, though his physical prowess was not what Atlas required, merely his insights on the Graug. He had only ever come across them on battlefields, where he watched them savagely butcher hundreds of innocents. Additionally, Imperial records revealed too little about the species to be of use to him, thus a loyal member of the species would be required for his quest. For these reasons had he contacted Dakil, asking the Hybrid to meet with him.
The Epicanthix was awaiting the one known as the Destitute on the outskirts of Bastion's capital, standing before a transport ship that would bring them to the crash site of the object. He stood relaxed, arms crossed in front of his chest, eyes closed, though his mask hid his scarred visage. He had entered into a state of meditation to focus his mind on the task at hand to pass the time, seeking clues from the Force on what this day might bring.
[member="Dakil"]
