Darth Rixas
Unto the Knife
Oron stood alone a large auditorium in the CIS' confines. He looked down at his ignited saber, the deep crimson blade illuminating the hard, unrelenting interior of the brown and red space in a eery bloody hue. Helios made little movement, looking down at the saber hilt that was held in a forward position in Oron's gloved hand. There was such a history behind the weapon in his hand that Oron had a moment where he'd lost his sense of direction, for it seemed he was guided by the gold, silver, and black hilt in his palm. He arched his forearm upward and brought the red blade rushing forward, the weightless blade stopping in front of his torso. The whirling sound that accompanied the movement echoed slightly in the large auditorium, the emptiness sounded nice to Oron. It reminded him of the nature of the missions he carried out for the Illuminati, somehow.
To some, it may have seemed like Oron was simply entertaining himself until he decided to rid himself of his solitude. But the drifting presence of the Illuminati Knight was doing much more than simply idly passing the time. He was studying. Few things fascinated Helios more than foreign objects and concepts, and lightsabers are definitely a weapon that had always peaked his interest the most. It was exotic, elegant and was a tool to the Force and its many religions. He could spend every hour of the day running through simulation fights and studying other forms and different move variations, although he usually got the chance to do so with his duties to the CIS.
He pressed the red emitter button on the shaft of the weapon and watched as the crimson blade retreated back in the chamber, as if the outside world forced it back in. He slid the hallow shaft back into the fitted slot on his belt before deciding to retire to his chamber. A cursory glance of the area provided that he left none of his possessions, as he turned to leave the auditorium. The corners of Oron's mouth drooped as he sensed a presence nearing. He'd always chosen this particular time of the night to practice techniques in the loneliness of this particular auditorium due to Oron's heavily solitary-like nature. He decided he wouldn't mind another guest entering the quarters however, its not like he owned it.
@[member="Isley Verd"]
To some, it may have seemed like Oron was simply entertaining himself until he decided to rid himself of his solitude. But the drifting presence of the Illuminati Knight was doing much more than simply idly passing the time. He was studying. Few things fascinated Helios more than foreign objects and concepts, and lightsabers are definitely a weapon that had always peaked his interest the most. It was exotic, elegant and was a tool to the Force and its many religions. He could spend every hour of the day running through simulation fights and studying other forms and different move variations, although he usually got the chance to do so with his duties to the CIS.
He pressed the red emitter button on the shaft of the weapon and watched as the crimson blade retreated back in the chamber, as if the outside world forced it back in. He slid the hallow shaft back into the fitted slot on his belt before deciding to retire to his chamber. A cursory glance of the area provided that he left none of his possessions, as he turned to leave the auditorium. The corners of Oron's mouth drooped as he sensed a presence nearing. He'd always chosen this particular time of the night to practice techniques in the loneliness of this particular auditorium due to Oron's heavily solitary-like nature. He decided he wouldn't mind another guest entering the quarters however, its not like he owned it.
@[member="Isley Verd"]