Greifen Ren
Knight of Ren
[member="Elara Wahia"]
A trail of blood forked down his arm, running through the crevices of his fingers and mingling with the steel hilt in his blade hand. Vond was on one knee now, too wounded to raise himself to his feet. Above him, his opponent smiled, his lips ripe with the satisfying grin of victory. The rival Acolyte would relish in his death, Vond knew. A lifetime of opportunity would await him, where as for Vond Greifen... the end was to be here, in the bloodstained sands of the Sith Academy. It seemed too cruel to be true.
From where had he gathered strength in the past? Memories came flooding into his mind, emotions flashing by in quick bursts. Birth, family, war, the Academy, death. The events of his life seemed incredibly inconsequential as they flashed back in a split second, not even enough to fill the page of a book. They say that every life serves a purpose... but what was his?
He felt a sudden surge of the Force in his body then, which took him by surprise. It was as though an unknown entity was reaching out directly to him, grasping his entire body to relay a message. This would not be the end. Strength may still be found - somewhere, deep within. Vond searched his memories. A picture came into his mind then, clear as the day before him. It was the picture of another face.
Several years ago...
The streets of Adumar were much as Corporal Vond Greifen had left them a day earlier. The planet had offered little resistance to the One Sith as they had conquered it, and so the streets offered Vond and his men no resistance as he moved through them, the crowds of people parting like curtains as the soldiers of the One Sith moved through them. Compared to his other assignments, this was like a vacation. And that was why Vond hated it here.
He would be getting his review from the battalion Captain back any day now. Vond had applied for promotion to a higher station of leadership, and had also requested reassignment to the front. The latter, near-suicidal a request as it was, was sure to be granted. Probably for that very reason. The former request, however, would be slightly harder to obtain. But Vond had sworn to himself that he would not return to the front without more men at his back. He was ready for leadership.
The rest of his men had left to patrol further down the streets, leaving Vond to sit alone at a small cafe table next to the villa fountain. Seeing that there was no danger, Vond felt that he might as well sample more of the local wares and cuisine. His eyes scanned the premises, giving one last glance around to see if he could spot anything out of the ordinary, before he would finally let his guard down.
A trail of blood forked down his arm, running through the crevices of his fingers and mingling with the steel hilt in his blade hand. Vond was on one knee now, too wounded to raise himself to his feet. Above him, his opponent smiled, his lips ripe with the satisfying grin of victory. The rival Acolyte would relish in his death, Vond knew. A lifetime of opportunity would await him, where as for Vond Greifen... the end was to be here, in the bloodstained sands of the Sith Academy. It seemed too cruel to be true.
From where had he gathered strength in the past? Memories came flooding into his mind, emotions flashing by in quick bursts. Birth, family, war, the Academy, death. The events of his life seemed incredibly inconsequential as they flashed back in a split second, not even enough to fill the page of a book. They say that every life serves a purpose... but what was his?
He felt a sudden surge of the Force in his body then, which took him by surprise. It was as though an unknown entity was reaching out directly to him, grasping his entire body to relay a message. This would not be the end. Strength may still be found - somewhere, deep within. Vond searched his memories. A picture came into his mind then, clear as the day before him. It was the picture of another face.
Several years ago...
The streets of Adumar were much as Corporal Vond Greifen had left them a day earlier. The planet had offered little resistance to the One Sith as they had conquered it, and so the streets offered Vond and his men no resistance as he moved through them, the crowds of people parting like curtains as the soldiers of the One Sith moved through them. Compared to his other assignments, this was like a vacation. And that was why Vond hated it here.
He would be getting his review from the battalion Captain back any day now. Vond had applied for promotion to a higher station of leadership, and had also requested reassignment to the front. The latter, near-suicidal a request as it was, was sure to be granted. Probably for that very reason. The former request, however, would be slightly harder to obtain. But Vond had sworn to himself that he would not return to the front without more men at his back. He was ready for leadership.
The rest of his men had left to patrol further down the streets, leaving Vond to sit alone at a small cafe table next to the villa fountain. Seeing that there was no danger, Vond felt that he might as well sample more of the local wares and cuisine. His eyes scanned the premises, giving one last glance around to see if he could spot anything out of the ordinary, before he would finally let his guard down.