Clovis Torcularis
The Wretched Prodigal Son
My completion of surviving alone in the forests, a lesson handed down to me by my Master, on Panatha was concluding. My lesson, simplicity in itself, was to learn something about myself. Master Venefica told me that in order for me to become a perfect and complete Sith I must endure the hardships of isolation, thus doing a little soul searching. Since I couldn't eat basic food due to my mask, I was allowed to bring only two weeks worth of nourishment, and spread that out over the course of the lesson. Since there weren't many predators skulking about, I spent many days and nights deep in meditation attempting to enhance my connection to the darkside of the Force. Besides the meditation sessions, I was ordered by Master Venefica to work thoroughly on what Force skills I possessed. According to her, I needed to master these before I could begin learning new facets of what the darkside offered.
Exhausted and Force weary, I returned to the capital city where the Black Empire operated secretly with hopes of a good shower and a great night's rest. Sleeping on the ground or in caves never allowed me to fully regain my physical and mental strength as the days passed by. My body felt as though it was on the verge of collapse many times, but my mental fortitude to succeed always seemed to trump whatever exhaustion that threatened to unravel me. I was glad to be back in civilization.
The moment I stepped through the sliding doors toward the shower in the quarters granted to me by my superiors, I was handed a datapad from one of the shadow operatives that worked behind the scenes for the Black Empire. Handing was not the right word, more like it was thrust into my hands. Before I could make a valid protest as to why my quarters where being breached or make inquiries as to why I was being forced fed this electronic device, the operative dashed out the sliding doors before they closed. I stared at the offensive device for a few minutes before activating it.
The voice of my Master crackled through it, ordering me to meet her at the docking bay at once where she will personally fill me in on what details I needed to know. Angry and tired, I crushed the device in my hand and turned to exit the comforts of my quarters. I arrived at the docking bay only to discover that my Master, who preached punctuality, was not present.
[member="Darth Venefica"]
Exhausted and Force weary, I returned to the capital city where the Black Empire operated secretly with hopes of a good shower and a great night's rest. Sleeping on the ground or in caves never allowed me to fully regain my physical and mental strength as the days passed by. My body felt as though it was on the verge of collapse many times, but my mental fortitude to succeed always seemed to trump whatever exhaustion that threatened to unravel me. I was glad to be back in civilization.
The moment I stepped through the sliding doors toward the shower in the quarters granted to me by my superiors, I was handed a datapad from one of the shadow operatives that worked behind the scenes for the Black Empire. Handing was not the right word, more like it was thrust into my hands. Before I could make a valid protest as to why my quarters where being breached or make inquiries as to why I was being forced fed this electronic device, the operative dashed out the sliding doors before they closed. I stared at the offensive device for a few minutes before activating it.
The voice of my Master crackled through it, ordering me to meet her at the docking bay at once where she will personally fill me in on what details I needed to know. Angry and tired, I crushed the device in my hand and turned to exit the comforts of my quarters. I arrived at the docking bay only to discover that my Master, who preached punctuality, was not present.
[member="Darth Venefica"]