Darth Vazela
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| @Zius Aurrus |
Compressed air allowed the setting to be a cold, dark place, in a relaxed condition perfect for thinking. An structure, risen in the center of the observational deck, was of an unnatural design. Upon closer inspection, the viewer would perceive that the ground surrounding it was twisted and deformed, as if the throne had risen up from the ground on it's own accord; and might like the rest of the room, it was a darkened place, where the only light came from the surface of the world that span ahead, through the transparisteel screen that stretched from one side of the room to the other. The throne was faced towards this breath taking view, centered to the observational deck, from which behind it was a flight of stairs that led down into the bridge.
The crewmen were under the command of an old man who look ragged and demented, which was curious, for why would anyone leave such an individual in command of a Star Destroyer? Little did the men and women under the old mans control know that the dark, hooded figure that sat within the confines of the throne found upon the Obscurity's observational deck was under the pretense of a mind control rarely encountered; and it was this same, hooded individual who showed no interest in his ships crew or commander, for his gaze was upon the stars, his thoughts on the visions given to him upon Dromund Kaas, his one remaining arm lowered on the arm rest, waiting.
And so Vilox Pazela waited for the arrival of his fellow follower...
Compressed air allowed the setting to be a cold, dark place, in a relaxed condition perfect for thinking. An structure, risen in the center of the observational deck, was of an unnatural design. Upon closer inspection, the viewer would perceive that the ground surrounding it was twisted and deformed, as if the throne had risen up from the ground on it's own accord; and might like the rest of the room, it was a darkened place, where the only light came from the surface of the world that span ahead, through the transparisteel screen that stretched from one side of the room to the other. The throne was faced towards this breath taking view, centered to the observational deck, from which behind it was a flight of stairs that led down into the bridge.
The crewmen were under the command of an old man who look ragged and demented, which was curious, for why would anyone leave such an individual in command of a Star Destroyer? Little did the men and women under the old mans control know that the dark, hooded figure that sat within the confines of the throne found upon the Obscurity's observational deck was under the pretense of a mind control rarely encountered; and it was this same, hooded individual who showed no interest in his ships crew or commander, for his gaze was upon the stars, his thoughts on the visions given to him upon Dromund Kaas, his one remaining arm lowered on the arm rest, waiting.
And so Vilox Pazela waited for the arrival of his fellow follower...