Asharad Graush
D A N G E R O U S
Three years ago on Prakith.
At the Prakith Sith Temple there was word that there was going to be an outing.
An outing to one of the many ancient Sith worlds. There was no information given as to what planet it was, other than that it was located within the Tingel Arm.
And tomorrow was the day.
A'sharad, as many times as he skipped his studies and his arrogance won out, stopping him from attending his scheduled lessons with his parent's attendants, he did learn.
How else would he be able to compare himself to those that were better than him?
How else would he be able to measure his own greatness?
How else will I be remembered?
His already large form, even at the age of sixteen leaned backwards and ducked over the crimson swing of the other darkly clad being. The crimson blade his opponent bore nearly cut a chunk out of his neck, but A'sharad knew better. He was trained from birth to be a Sith, not like this one who was beneath him. He was likely some upjumped slave from Nar Shaddaa, finding out he was gifted with the Force and delving into the core for more power. For the strength to kill those who had once wronged him.
The Hutts maybe, or perhaps those who had sold him to the Hutts?
He didn't know the species of the one before him, he didn't care either. The only distinct features was that he had a fat head and long arms.
Oh, and that he was dead.
With the duck from the White Assassin, A'sharad had moved into the open guard of his opponent, a horizontal slash cutting his opponent in half on the edge of the mountain. The scent of burning flesh met his nostrils as he kicked the former Acolyte's corpse off of the edge.
His golden gaze watched long enough to watch the body bounce off of a ledge a dozen or so metres down before falling into a crevice below to be hidden forever.
A'sharad, on the other hand, deactivated his lightsabre and hooked it onto his belt.
A minor disagreement.
Only A'sharad was going on this outing to the Tingel Arm.
Any other Acolyte would... Fall and die.
Or in this one's case.
Die and fall.
[member="Ballen-Ist"]
At the Prakith Sith Temple there was word that there was going to be an outing.
An outing to one of the many ancient Sith worlds. There was no information given as to what planet it was, other than that it was located within the Tingel Arm.
And tomorrow was the day.
A'sharad, as many times as he skipped his studies and his arrogance won out, stopping him from attending his scheduled lessons with his parent's attendants, he did learn.
How else would he be able to compare himself to those that were better than him?
How else would he be able to measure his own greatness?
How else will I be remembered?
His already large form, even at the age of sixteen leaned backwards and ducked over the crimson swing of the other darkly clad being. The crimson blade his opponent bore nearly cut a chunk out of his neck, but A'sharad knew better. He was trained from birth to be a Sith, not like this one who was beneath him. He was likely some upjumped slave from Nar Shaddaa, finding out he was gifted with the Force and delving into the core for more power. For the strength to kill those who had once wronged him.
The Hutts maybe, or perhaps those who had sold him to the Hutts?
He didn't know the species of the one before him, he didn't care either. The only distinct features was that he had a fat head and long arms.
Oh, and that he was dead.
With the duck from the White Assassin, A'sharad had moved into the open guard of his opponent, a horizontal slash cutting his opponent in half on the edge of the mountain. The scent of burning flesh met his nostrils as he kicked the former Acolyte's corpse off of the edge.
His golden gaze watched long enough to watch the body bounce off of a ledge a dozen or so metres down before falling into a crevice below to be hidden forever.
A'sharad, on the other hand, deactivated his lightsabre and hooked it onto his belt.
A minor disagreement.
Only A'sharad was going on this outing to the Tingel Arm.
Any other Acolyte would... Fall and die.
Or in this one's case.
Die and fall.
[member="Ballen-Ist"]