The universe followed a cycle of expansion and truncation, swelling and abridging. It gave Gabriel a sense, as he stared out into the emptiness, of his own brevity and succinctness. Each cycle spanned more generations than he could imagine, a single cycle but one breath in the grand scheme of its unknowable plan. It was here, on Dagobah, that he could have such thoughts and seethe in it, soaked in the idea that his efforts would have no true impact on the goals he longed for. He could realize that what power he had was but a drop in the abyssopelagic flow of the force, and it angered him beyond contemplation. His footsteps carved a berm in his path, a line never passed by his pacing shadow as the darkside boiled and sweltered within him.
The night was filled with an apollonian stillness, a piercing of the haze and fog that typically filled the world, leaving a brisk cut in the atmosphere. The clearing that Gabriel stood within was but a result of a dry lightning bolt, hitting the forest and burning everything up into the water line, where fibrous soil turned into slick mud. The land was scarred and marred by scorch marks and vegetation and vines burnt to crisps, friable and fragile and vulnerable to even the slightest breeze. His movements stopped as the Sith approached him and spoke words, spoke his name. The Sith Lord's skin shimmered in the darkness, his tan body covered in black tattoos with the slightest shade of emerald. He wore his battle armor and two lightsabers, the sith dagger strapped to the small of his back. The armguards could barely be seen against the almost black tribal markings that swirled and extended from his chest to his shoulders down into his palm.
“I could feel you before you reached this planet. This world is alive, but it’s different than you or I. This world doesn't care for titles or ranks, so we won't either. And we will find truth through our pain.”
He didn’t turn to face the Sith Knight, not yet, while he whispered almost inaudibly. He looked out towards other clearings in the distance, formed by additional lightning strikes. It was an unusual phenomenon, one he had not seen in a very long time. The hummock hollow macrotopography wasn't typically so obvious, but the flames often brought truth to such matters. He recalled the dragonsnakes and the fights he had spent here, stranded and betrayed by a mercenary group so long ago, long before he took up the mantle of flame and fire. He recalled the cave of evil, where he had first truly experienced the corrupting and carnal powers of the darkside. It was there that he had sought shelter for so long and felt the power of his inner psyche ignite into something more.
Gabriel turned towards [member="Darth Morgoth"] and gave the most subtle of nods. He knew the man, more than he would let on. He had read of the Sith, his ascent, and his ambitions. A seeker of knowledge and power, both endeavors Gabriel could respect categorically. His crimson eye fell upon Darth Morgor, his gaze lazy and wavering, as he inspected the one before him. He wasn't tired, nor was he bored, but he was quickly finding a need to recover from the catharsis brought about by his meditation. But the bite of the air and events to follow would be enough.
“I am Reverance…I don’t believe we have had the formal pleasure of introduction.” He knew of no reason in being impolite, not to someone who held value.