Velok the Younger
When I Was A Young Warthog
@[member="Ket Van Derveld"]
Taivas
Zhar System
The Hidden Temple
Lord Van Derveld
You've known a hundred Sith Lords like me -- young, hungry, eager to prove themselves by taking down the experienced ones. I'm sure you've also found that most of us aren't worth your time. But I don't concern myself with other people's failures, so that has little bearing on my choice to call you out.
I hear you're good. I hear you're very good, but I have yet to hear of you actually doing anything with your boundless knowledge, at least not in the modern era. Forgive me if I sound condescending; it comes with the color scheme.
The galaxy's short of true Masters. I'm told none exist. Prove me wrong. Meet me outside the Hidden Temple on Zhar in one week.
Rave Merrill
At the appointed time, she was there. She'd dressed simply enough -- leviathan-hide bracers, an Iron Skin bodysuit that clung to her wiry frame, an alchemical blade taken from the Sith Lord Kasamann by her brother. Her own dry blood daubed the edge and point, in small quantities, part of a ritual of attunement she'd completed earlier. The sword's maker had called it Viper, and she'd run it past the master smith and swordsman Masamune Tametomo to ensure it was worthy of being used. An alchemical trench knife, of the kind called Fett Kal, rested on her hip beside a small leather pouch and her two short lightsabres. She needed nothing else.