[member="Thomas Kyrel"] | [member="Marcus Wolf"]
A chilling wave of sickly darkness would come upon the two mechanical men as they fought, halting their combat. Someone else had arrived, and was watching. From the shadows at the end of the courtyard emerged a robed figure, his face in shadow as he watched the two fight. His presence was dark and sickly, corrupted as he stood there. And it did not seem as though the darkness that emanated from him was voluntary either. Indeed, for the Knight of Ren known as Wolfgang Krieger, the darkness that he exuded was entirely involuntary, a consequence of his use of orbalisks to empower him and regain his ability to walk, after his fated duel with an ancient Sith Lord, aboard a superweapon that all seemed like a distant dream.
He stepped forward into the light, his clean-shaven face revealed to the two men as he watched them fight. How interesting, that the Order of Ren had recruited for themselves two men with such similar physical attributes. Their cold cybernetic presences were intriguing to Wolf, and their heated spar had brought his attention to investigate and see for himself. He had met the one known as Thomas Kyrel before, aboard a Star Destroyer upon which there was an outbreak of the undead, and Wolf was infected with their putrid disease. That was all over now though, and many things had changed since then. Indeed the mechanical Disciple had witnessed Wolf back when he was disabled in his hoverchair, and it was a memory that Wolf would rather quickly do away with.
There was an affinity between the three of them standing there, though they would not know it. Wolf too needed something other to aid him, to help him walk again after his duel. Underneath his robes his body was encrusted with sickly creatures known as orbalisks, which bit and tore into his flesh and filled him with adrenalin and healing enzymes that ran through his body and gave him back his ability to walk again. The Knight of Ren was thankful that the Order had given him such a precious gift, though it now meant he was riddled with a constant pain that throbbed through his body, and it had robbed him of true privacy, for these creatures would be with him wherever he went, quite likely till the end of his life.
The Knight of Ren lowered his hood now as he neared the two of them. An amused smile played upon his lips as he looked the two of them up and down, studying their features, the various mechanical contraptions that they wore and perhaps were necessary to keep them living. He opened his mouth to speak now, his voice a distinct Imperial accent, tinged with humour. "Has Lord Vader Memorial Day arrived already? I was not aware that our Order was gifted with not one but two Disciples who were more machine than man." He glanced at one of them, "We have met before, Thomas. But you," his gaze then turned to Marcus Wolf, his head cocking to one side, "we have not. I am one of the Knights of Ren, Wolf."