Orion Darkstar
The Rising Star
Region: Deep Core
System: Tython System
Planet: Tython
Location: Dagger Tooth Valley
Time: 12:43:28
The last time he had heard anything of Tython was when he was a child. His father had always spoke of the days when Jedi trained tirelessly in their glorious temples. Those days, however, had little meaning in the present days of the galaxy. Ripe for the picking the Sith had swept through conquering the planet and its resources. Even now the presence of the force was still felt among its inhabitants. Tython had always been a jewel, exuding energy of the force with ease. Its attraction were its ruins and other cities that, now, still prospered. Kevros on the other hand was not here for either. A dream had brought him here, no; the force had shown him a way, a way to deal with the things yet to come. Facing these occurrences felt right and in all aspects, smart. Ignoring one's fate was an arrogant way to live and Kevros would not be subject to such weakness. The gravel below crunched under his thick, worn boots. The smell of iron reaching his senses. The heat was worse than they had told him. Specks of sand lifted to the air as it crashed into his long black cloak, a cross-like crest weaved on each side. The wind was a rare occurrence and the hot air made it hard to breath. Regardless of these circumstances Kevros stood along the edge of a cliff, peering down into the canyon to see what was below. The crevice held no signs of life and the shade that cooled it soon began to fade as the sunlight tore through its cracks. His mask served him here, preventing the sand from reaching his face and worse his eyes. Barren and desolate it came, like an alarm going off in his head.
The force had taught him enough to know that what was close by was clearly following the wrong path. Grinning under his Kovani mask he jumped off the cliff, the force imbuing him with springs as he took off. Perfect in his execution he landed, the bits of rocks around him scattered to the side. Twenty-Three meters between the cliff he previously stood on and the one he now seized control of. From here he could see the vast desert, sand dunes stretching for miles. The mountains that towered in the backdrop of the sandy wasteland gave beauty to the unpleasant area.
Gripping onto his shoulder he fixed his golden arm guard shifting it forward. Then as he turned to find the source of his visions, he froze. Something had entered the canyon. Kevros quickly leaned over the narrow over-hang. Squinting he finally saw a moving silhouette, too dark to make out any appearance Kevros shook his head. Clenching his teeth he realized he had to...
Readying himself he stepped off the ledge his cloak flapping in the air behind him. His descent was fast and just before impact he called on the force. Embracing the darkside he sent out a small burst of energy with his right arm at the ground forcing him backwards. This allowed him to free fall until he reached the cracked and starved ground. His action was quiet, allowing him to hopefully stay unnoticed.
Kevros' fingers reached for his side, tapping on the silver hilt hidden away under his cloak. He knelled behind a rather large rock, waiting, disturbed at the thought of a incoming threat. His vision was coming true, his mind telling him one thing.
Is it the Jedi?
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