The Forgotten One
RONIKA
The fiery red orb that was Koros finally dropped below the horizon. As the light passed, Arcturus could feel the radiation slowly end its relentless assault against his body. The sky slowly seceded orange and then to red, finally to a dark blue before the darkness washed over the land. Clad in black robes, adorning a sith mask, Arcturus watched as the light slowly died on this prison world. The prisoner laborers had finished scrapping together what ore they could find. It was a meaningless existence filled with hardship, but Arcturus had found that this miserable rock was the perfect place to hide.
Standing above a large valley, Arcturus gazed out across the red painted desert and into the stars. The time had finally come, through the force he could sense everything. He reached out with the force through his senses, and the galaxy opened up to him. The real world melted way into the metaphysical, and the Sith could see and sense the subtle changes and ripples in the force. Through the force everything was bound together, but it was only one bind Arcturus was looking for. A Jedi.
When the Sith perished on Ossus, a bond had been formed. From the moment the Sith was reborn, and his eyes opened, he could sense it. But could the Jedi? Death was not strong enough a cage to hold him, and thus so Arcturus returned with a strong will for having his revenge. Somewhere out there among the stars he knew the Jedi waited, but Arcturus no longer had the patience. Reaching out he spoke through the force across the galaxy. The time has come, I will remain hidden from you no longer. Then the Sith looked about the desert world one last time before turning back to go to his shelter.
@[member="Tyr-Kyr Magnus"]
The fiery red orb that was Koros finally dropped below the horizon. As the light passed, Arcturus could feel the radiation slowly end its relentless assault against his body. The sky slowly seceded orange and then to red, finally to a dark blue before the darkness washed over the land. Clad in black robes, adorning a sith mask, Arcturus watched as the light slowly died on this prison world. The prisoner laborers had finished scrapping together what ore they could find. It was a meaningless existence filled with hardship, but Arcturus had found that this miserable rock was the perfect place to hide.
Standing above a large valley, Arcturus gazed out across the red painted desert and into the stars. The time had finally come, through the force he could sense everything. He reached out with the force through his senses, and the galaxy opened up to him. The real world melted way into the metaphysical, and the Sith could see and sense the subtle changes and ripples in the force. Through the force everything was bound together, but it was only one bind Arcturus was looking for. A Jedi.
When the Sith perished on Ossus, a bond had been formed. From the moment the Sith was reborn, and his eyes opened, he could sense it. But could the Jedi? Death was not strong enough a cage to hold him, and thus so Arcturus returned with a strong will for having his revenge. Somewhere out there among the stars he knew the Jedi waited, but Arcturus no longer had the patience. Reaching out he spoke through the force across the galaxy. The time has come, I will remain hidden from you no longer. Then the Sith looked about the desert world one last time before turning back to go to his shelter.
@[member="Tyr-Kyr Magnus"]