Xevek Nekonis
From The Shadows
Sitting with his legs dangling over the edge of a cliff, the haunting melody of his violin echoing off of the sheer faces of the valley before him, Xavka Duquo, formerly of the Iridonian Clan Uiging stared out at the seemingly endless view of barren deserts and a dust storms that encompassed the surface of Iridonia. Behind him was the gaping and shadow filled mouth of one of the many caverns in the area that Xavka had carved out as little bases for himself, each one with a specialized purpose. To his left was a natural formed path that wound its way up to the top of the cliff Xavka was sat part way down on.
As the dust storm Xavka's yellow eyes was fixed upon slowly inched its way closer from the horizon, the black silk jacked that was draped over the scar and tattoo covered torso of the Zabrak whipped about in the increasingly ferocious wind, fighting to be torn from the body if was confined to and fly on the breeze. Coupled with the jacket, Xavka wore black silk trousers that only reached to his ankles. Strapped around his waist were two belts, one which was leather and fastened tight and had a small number of pouches handing from it, and one which was made out of a metal chain and hung loosely.
Wrapped around his ankles, reaching down to cover his heels, were tattered brown cloth wraps that matched the brown cloth fastened around his right wrist and palm and the entirety of his left arm. Hidden beneath the bandages of the left arm was a temporary replacement for his real arm, one that he had lost to an explosion. The mechanical arm was crude in design, made with the intention of only being for short time use.
Xavka's hands were being kept busy while he waited, the fingers of his left hand constantly shifting from string to string and moving up and down the neck of his violin and his right hand held the bow that was being drawn across the instrument at varying speeds and angles, each bit contributing to the haunting and saddening melody that danced around the Zabrak as he focussed on the loss of his old life, the one where he had the companionship of his entire Clan.
The reason for Xavka's return to his homeplanet was to fight. A new program created by his Ay'edor, Darth Ferus, was focussed on creating super soldiers and, out of a curiosity born of intrigue and confusion, Xavka had asked for a new Super Soldier by the name of Damien Mercer to meet him Iridonia, at one of his bases that he had scattered across the planet. The Zabrak wished to assess to talent and skill of these new soldiers in the only way that a true Iridonian, either a Zabrak or Mercenary, knew how; through a trial of combat.
[member="Damien Mercer"]
As the dust storm Xavka's yellow eyes was fixed upon slowly inched its way closer from the horizon, the black silk jacked that was draped over the scar and tattoo covered torso of the Zabrak whipped about in the increasingly ferocious wind, fighting to be torn from the body if was confined to and fly on the breeze. Coupled with the jacket, Xavka wore black silk trousers that only reached to his ankles. Strapped around his waist were two belts, one which was leather and fastened tight and had a small number of pouches handing from it, and one which was made out of a metal chain and hung loosely.
Wrapped around his ankles, reaching down to cover his heels, were tattered brown cloth wraps that matched the brown cloth fastened around his right wrist and palm and the entirety of his left arm. Hidden beneath the bandages of the left arm was a temporary replacement for his real arm, one that he had lost to an explosion. The mechanical arm was crude in design, made with the intention of only being for short time use.
Xavka's hands were being kept busy while he waited, the fingers of his left hand constantly shifting from string to string and moving up and down the neck of his violin and his right hand held the bow that was being drawn across the instrument at varying speeds and angles, each bit contributing to the haunting and saddening melody that danced around the Zabrak as he focussed on the loss of his old life, the one where he had the companionship of his entire Clan.
The reason for Xavka's return to his homeplanet was to fight. A new program created by his Ay'edor, Darth Ferus, was focussed on creating super soldiers and, out of a curiosity born of intrigue and confusion, Xavka had asked for a new Super Soldier by the name of Damien Mercer to meet him Iridonia, at one of his bases that he had scattered across the planet. The Zabrak wished to assess to talent and skill of these new soldiers in the only way that a true Iridonian, either a Zabrak or Mercenary, knew how; through a trial of combat.
[member="Damien Mercer"]