Haytham Kaze
Judge, Judgury, Judgecutioner
[member="Abaigeal E'ron"]
Years ago there had been a battle on Dromund Kaas. It had been war. The Sith Empire had been collapsing from all ends. The Galactic Republic and the Mandalorians were beating down the evil Empire. But then, even now, Haytham didn't care about that. Couldn't care about that, he made it a point to plan for the future. It was kind of why he was on Dromund Kaas, tracking through the ruins of the once great Sith Citadel.
He didn't have an entire plan just yet on how to retake the world, but it was his home planet. Even if the Silver Sanctum Coalition had it within it's grasp. He had gotten onto the planet incognito, but he didn't care if he was found by those Jedi. He was home, if he died there it would've felt right in a way. It would've felt as if he going to rejoin his parents. In the back of his mind though he knew that was wrong, he couldn't rejoin them. Not yet.
He wasn't done in this world yet.
He kicked a rock and stopped. It skittered past, across and through the courtyard as he looked up into the sky.
Wrapping the Force around him, he suppressed it as best he could, giving the impression that he was an everyday person without the power of the Force. His armoured garb likely didn't help that fact, but it was something for those people that relied on their senses more than their physical senses.
Peering up, he glanced at the still towering figure that was the Sith Citadel, it's spires still soaring high into the air despite the ruins that lay beneath it.
He huffs.
Years ago there had been a battle on Dromund Kaas. It had been war. The Sith Empire had been collapsing from all ends. The Galactic Republic and the Mandalorians were beating down the evil Empire. But then, even now, Haytham didn't care about that. Couldn't care about that, he made it a point to plan for the future. It was kind of why he was on Dromund Kaas, tracking through the ruins of the once great Sith Citadel.
He didn't have an entire plan just yet on how to retake the world, but it was his home planet. Even if the Silver Sanctum Coalition had it within it's grasp. He had gotten onto the planet incognito, but he didn't care if he was found by those Jedi. He was home, if he died there it would've felt right in a way. It would've felt as if he going to rejoin his parents. In the back of his mind though he knew that was wrong, he couldn't rejoin them. Not yet.
He wasn't done in this world yet.
He kicked a rock and stopped. It skittered past, across and through the courtyard as he looked up into the sky.
Wrapping the Force around him, he suppressed it as best he could, giving the impression that he was an everyday person without the power of the Force. His armoured garb likely didn't help that fact, but it was something for those people that relied on their senses more than their physical senses.
Peering up, he glanced at the still towering figure that was the Sith Citadel, it's spires still soaring high into the air despite the ruins that lay beneath it.
He huffs.