Private Of Sand and Dirt

[Tiff B'eekth]

Location: Korriban

Tiff didn't know how long he searched but he finally found a planet that was teeming with magic similar to his. Korriban: The birthplace of what Tiff knew was the Sith Clan. They were magic people just like he was and maybe they could help him unlock his potential. Many Smugglers avoided Korriban mainly because it was considered a dangerous world but Tiff managed to get some credits from selling the rare junk that he found during his journey. The Smugglers in question was a young man named Sorr Kortu and his Co-Pilot Brinna Dara . Along the way, Tiff remembered Sorr complaining about the Sith saying how they were taking over the Galaxy and there weren't many Jedi left. Not many Jedi left huh? Well that means that the Sith are powerful people.

After landing on Korriban, Tiff travelled the sandy dunes in search for a teacher. There had to be one somewhere if he looked hard enough........


Efret Farr

 

[Efret Farr]

Korriban's sand brushed against Efret's forehead, cradling it for a few drawn out moments as she breathed in deeply, channeling both air fully into her lungs and Darkness through her spiritual third eye. Very slowly, reverently, she sat back on her heels and brought her palms up from the hot ground to rest on the tops of her thighs.

The Tomb of Ajunda Pall towered over her, blocking part of the sunlight cast over her at a near-midday angle.

She still felt how the invasion of Abregado-rae had shaken her budding faith in the Dark side. It would have been dishonest to ignore the reality, even to herself. Especially to herself. Deception had become necessary to her in many ways since she had joined the Covenant—but to others, not to herself.

Self-reflection, as always, would set her free.

Inviting others into that space without exercising great caution would weaken her. Perhaps even kill her.

So, yes, she still stood unsteadily upon the Qotsisajak. She knew it, just as she knew that she needed to find a way to reground herself. The Light had already sensed her doubt. It had sent Aiden Porte to sway her back to the Jedi, or so she had chosen to believe. The attempt hadn't accomplished as much, of course, so it was only a matter of time before it tried again.

Again, or so she thought.

After all, Sith history was riddled with examples of the Light working through Jedi to redeem so-called lost souls: Ajunda Pall, Revan, Darth Vader, and countless more whose names she didn't know presently.

But she did know that she wouldn't be like them. Paranoia and determination would ensure that.

Tiff B'eekth​