@[member="Darth Asmodea"]
Vjun-Bast Castle
Dugur had done something he'd never dreamed of doing until recently. He'd defied direct orders from the Order not to leave the temple, to take care of the younglings with another small group of Knights and a few Masters, all the while the majority of the order was participating in the battle for Korriban. It was unthinkable. He was one of the best Padawan duelists the order had to offer and he was being put on the back burner because he didn't have a formal Master and he'd been recommended for the youngling duty? It aggravated him to no end.
Whispers while he were sleeping told him what to do. He'd decided to leave the temple and pursue some of the knowledge or energy potentially left behind by Jedi or otherwise at the location of one of his favorite historical events. Bast Castle, where Master Skywalker had wiped out one of the last heavy fortresses the Empire had left. Formerly owned by Darth Vader himself.
He knew the amount of trouble he'd get in when he returned, but figured that all knowledge had some risk associated with it. This was different from his normal sneaking about the temple. This was something potentially dangerous. Something that could get him banned from the temple.
For whatever reason he relished the risk. The goal he'd been working toward his entire life was at risk and he couldn't help but feel excited, elated. Why?
The voice urged him forth as he landed his "borrowed" starfighter and flipped up his hood, running through the acid rain to the towering figure of the formerly great fortress. A coldness inhabited this place. Something wicked.
Dugur couldn't help but move into the derelict building, his curiosity peaked even more now that he'd arrived and felt the influx of energy. It was a touch he hadn't felt before.
Cold.
Vjun-Bast Castle
Dugur had done something he'd never dreamed of doing until recently. He'd defied direct orders from the Order not to leave the temple, to take care of the younglings with another small group of Knights and a few Masters, all the while the majority of the order was participating in the battle for Korriban. It was unthinkable. He was one of the best Padawan duelists the order had to offer and he was being put on the back burner because he didn't have a formal Master and he'd been recommended for the youngling duty? It aggravated him to no end.
Whispers while he were sleeping told him what to do. He'd decided to leave the temple and pursue some of the knowledge or energy potentially left behind by Jedi or otherwise at the location of one of his favorite historical events. Bast Castle, where Master Skywalker had wiped out one of the last heavy fortresses the Empire had left. Formerly owned by Darth Vader himself.
He knew the amount of trouble he'd get in when he returned, but figured that all knowledge had some risk associated with it. This was different from his normal sneaking about the temple. This was something potentially dangerous. Something that could get him banned from the temple.
For whatever reason he relished the risk. The goal he'd been working toward his entire life was at risk and he couldn't help but feel excited, elated. Why?
The voice urged him forth as he landed his "borrowed" starfighter and flipped up his hood, running through the acid rain to the towering figure of the formerly great fortress. A coldness inhabited this place. Something wicked.
Dugur couldn't help but move into the derelict building, his curiosity peaked even more now that he'd arrived and felt the influx of energy. It was a touch he hadn't felt before.
Cold.