Uthixo Nazim
F O R G O T T E N
Ryloth, the world that Uthixo had been reborn on. One where he held no memory of his past, who he once was. This was in a way his new homeworld, and as such when word came down from up top that one of the temples of the ancient past had been infiltrated the Sandali warrior leapt at the opportunity. In a way this would be him proving himself, displaying not only his aptitude as a warrior but also a valuable member of the CIS. Sitting in the back of the speeder as it shot across the sand dunes of Ryloth, Uthixo ignored the sand that peppered his face leaving small stinging sensations upon impact. His eyes squarely focused on the temple that lie ahead.
The temple was theorized to have once been used by a group of ancient Jedi, and as such, it had gone unkempt for years. On approach, the Sandali took in the shrine which had been nearly completely buried by the sands of Ryloth. Who would be foolhardy enough to not only sneak into CIS territory and invade such an ancient sanctuary had balls the size of a Bantha's. The whirring of the speeder came to a stop as Uthixo's escort stopped before the wide temple entrance. "Stay nearby, this won't take long." The warrior commented taking a single leap that carried him from the speeder to the compact sand below.
There was no armor that covered Uthixo's form, nothing but regular clothes. A black shirt that clung tightly to his sculpted torso and a pair of black pants made just loose enough to make combat possible. The only sign of weapons being the two silver hilts that rested on the Obsidian Knights belt. Confidence filled the young Sandali's form as he was so sure in himself that he need not the tools others in the galaxy found themselves relying on.
Entering the dark temple Uthixo could feel the remnants of what the force had once left behind. Faint traces of a calm, cooling energy that tried to coax the Sandali into a false sense of security. With a huff and shake of his head, the dark-skinned obsidian knight embarked further into the temple. The walls within seemed heavily aged and on the verge of collapse, sand covered what had once been tile floors, and holes marred the top of the structure letting stray beams of sunlight filter in.
[member="Bernard of Arca"]
The temple was theorized to have once been used by a group of ancient Jedi, and as such, it had gone unkempt for years. On approach, the Sandali took in the shrine which had been nearly completely buried by the sands of Ryloth. Who would be foolhardy enough to not only sneak into CIS territory and invade such an ancient sanctuary had balls the size of a Bantha's. The whirring of the speeder came to a stop as Uthixo's escort stopped before the wide temple entrance. "Stay nearby, this won't take long." The warrior commented taking a single leap that carried him from the speeder to the compact sand below.
There was no armor that covered Uthixo's form, nothing but regular clothes. A black shirt that clung tightly to his sculpted torso and a pair of black pants made just loose enough to make combat possible. The only sign of weapons being the two silver hilts that rested on the Obsidian Knights belt. Confidence filled the young Sandali's form as he was so sure in himself that he need not the tools others in the galaxy found themselves relying on.
Entering the dark temple Uthixo could feel the remnants of what the force had once left behind. Faint traces of a calm, cooling energy that tried to coax the Sandali into a false sense of security. With a huff and shake of his head, the dark-skinned obsidian knight embarked further into the temple. The walls within seemed heavily aged and on the verge of collapse, sand covered what had once been tile floors, and holes marred the top of the structure letting stray beams of sunlight filter in.
[member="Bernard of Arca"]