Lost and Found
Aurelion's Lightsaber || Aurelion's Sith Armor
Beneath the darkened skies of Dromund Kaas did Aurelion answers the summons of his new Master,
Darth Prazutis
for what was to be their first session of 'training'. Whatever that meant among the Sith Aurelion was not sure, however, he dared not refuse the summons of the Dark Lord of the Sith. Currently this meant coming to a compound on Dromund Kaas, guarded heavily by Sith military personnel, and entering a sub-section of the compound reserved for Sith and their apprentices such as himself. Even within the protective confines of the armor Aurelion's pulse quickened, worry overtaking him as he wondered as to what this training would entail. With his singular eye flitting about the training area, droids and even vaguely conscious slaves and beasts fitted with weapons of various sorts. From vibroblades to wrist-mounted sickles, blasters and chain-like weapons. Most of these beings seemed only vaguely aware of their surroundings, kept in a stupor of near-inactivity when not 'in use' for training purposes. There was even a Terentatek present, heavily caged, chained and kept well secure. No doubt a beast for more powerful Force Sensitives to test themselves against and Aurelion was instantly reminded of the one he and Juno had faced on Kashyyyk, something that seemed like it was a lifetime ago. A powerful tug of remorse pulling at Aurelion's heart as he stared at the horrid sithspawn, intense longing an aching pain echoing in his heart as he closed his eye. Trying to steel himself for the Dark Lord's arrival.
Aurelion felt, far before he saw, Prazutis' arrival. The Dark Side itself writhing with what one could perceive as joy at the towering figure's presence. The murmuring, whispering coolness cloaking Aurelion hissing to life in the form of the Dark Side tendrils that seemed to cling to him. Harmless to himself and his own trappings, but idly brushing away even the solid durasteel floors into ash with their meerest touch. The soft, coaxing voice of the Dark Side murmuring in Aurelion's ear more powerfully than before as Prazutis arrived. The cloak of obsidian midnight falling deeper and more potent in the Dark Lord's presence, and it was all Aurelion could do to close his eyes.... and wait. One hand idly resting on the Lightsaber at his hip while the other balled into a fist as he attempt to quell the roil of whispers in his mind. Not wanting to seem as weak as he was in front of Prazutis, a she very well may be disarded outright.