Geonosis
The stale air of the arid planet assaulted Caid's nostrils the moment he stepped onto the onyx-colored loading ramp of his Daisya-class Infiltrator. Despite the climate, Caid was dressed as typical for the warriors of his ancestral homeworld when not in a casual setting. Light armor adorned his body over top the of poly wool black and crimson robes and matching pants that covered most of the exposed skin of his body with the exception of his arms. The matte black hilt of his lightsaber was affixed to the small of his back, just to the side of his spinal column.
For the time being, the hood of his robes was drawn over his lightly scarred features. Silver-green eyes gazed forward as his nose sniffed the taste upon the air. There was an aura of power, unmistakable to even the most inexperienced initiate. However, there were other senses. Geonosis, like most planets, was not a world of pure power and magnificence. That type of society was hard to create without...an almost zealous dedication by the entirety of the population. There were not many large governments in the galaxy capable of maintaining such without the inevitable rebellious outcroppings.
Having elected to land just outside the capital city, the Sith Lord avoided the typical delays and irritations of a traditional spaceport. A recent interaction with [member="Anesia Jy'Vun"] was his principal reason for truly investigating the capital world of the Confederacy. Whether or not he elected to affiliate himself to any degree with the organization...was completely dependent upon the results of this inaugural visit.
Caid had taken no more than perhaps a dozen steps when an air of familiarity crashed against his being. Narrowing his eyes, the Sith Lord's steps faltered only slightly before resuming a measured pace. There was...something here, no someone. Someone that felt very similar to a number of others he had met throughout the course of his life. Even if perhaps...very unrefined...
[member="Scherezade deWinter"]
The stale air of the arid planet assaulted Caid's nostrils the moment he stepped onto the onyx-colored loading ramp of his Daisya-class Infiltrator. Despite the climate, Caid was dressed as typical for the warriors of his ancestral homeworld when not in a casual setting. Light armor adorned his body over top the of poly wool black and crimson robes and matching pants that covered most of the exposed skin of his body with the exception of his arms. The matte black hilt of his lightsaber was affixed to the small of his back, just to the side of his spinal column.
For the time being, the hood of his robes was drawn over his lightly scarred features. Silver-green eyes gazed forward as his nose sniffed the taste upon the air. There was an aura of power, unmistakable to even the most inexperienced initiate. However, there were other senses. Geonosis, like most planets, was not a world of pure power and magnificence. That type of society was hard to create without...an almost zealous dedication by the entirety of the population. There were not many large governments in the galaxy capable of maintaining such without the inevitable rebellious outcroppings.
Having elected to land just outside the capital city, the Sith Lord avoided the typical delays and irritations of a traditional spaceport. A recent interaction with [member="Anesia Jy'Vun"] was his principal reason for truly investigating the capital world of the Confederacy. Whether or not he elected to affiliate himself to any degree with the organization...was completely dependent upon the results of this inaugural visit.
Caid had taken no more than perhaps a dozen steps when an air of familiarity crashed against his being. Narrowing his eyes, the Sith Lord's steps faltered only slightly before resuming a measured pace. There was...something here, no someone. Someone that felt very similar to a number of others he had met throughout the course of his life. Even if perhaps...very unrefined...
[member="Scherezade deWinter"]