Cedric Grayson
Ashlan Kaiser
Ziost was a world unlike any Darius had ever visited.
Never before had he set foot upon a world so tainted with the dark side. The shadows were everywhere here; the skies remained cast in an eerie blue twilight, and the icy tundras remained a stark white at all times of the year. Little life grew on Ziost, and what little did was of the most savage breed. This was a world where nature's violence had been capitalized upon in favor of its grace; where savagery thrived in favor of balance.
It was a horrible place, and Darius inherently despised it. Yet he'd been drawn to this world all the same.
He drew the leather cloak about his features as he strode across the ice. His vessel had settled down upon one of the vast tundra planes that dotted the icy world. The sheet of white was broken only by the mass of black buildings that made up the old Sith ruins. Darius looked upon the ruins with curiosity, though he never once allowed himself to relax. This was a place of the dark side, a haven for the unnatural and the chaotic. Disorder reigned here, and he did well to remember that.
With a huff, the Jedi Knight strode deeper into the city, his arms tight about his chest. The force guided him toward the heart of the ruins, where his quarry lay waiting for anyone with the right initiative to take her.
Darius was certain it would be him...
Never before had he set foot upon a world so tainted with the dark side. The shadows were everywhere here; the skies remained cast in an eerie blue twilight, and the icy tundras remained a stark white at all times of the year. Little life grew on Ziost, and what little did was of the most savage breed. This was a world where nature's violence had been capitalized upon in favor of its grace; where savagery thrived in favor of balance.
It was a horrible place, and Darius inherently despised it. Yet he'd been drawn to this world all the same.
He drew the leather cloak about his features as he strode across the ice. His vessel had settled down upon one of the vast tundra planes that dotted the icy world. The sheet of white was broken only by the mass of black buildings that made up the old Sith ruins. Darius looked upon the ruins with curiosity, though he never once allowed himself to relax. This was a place of the dark side, a haven for the unnatural and the chaotic. Disorder reigned here, and he did well to remember that.
With a huff, the Jedi Knight strode deeper into the city, his arms tight about his chest. The force guided him toward the heart of the ruins, where his quarry lay waiting for anyone with the right initiative to take her.
Darius was certain it would be him...