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"Tremendous!" The man in the mask boomed, his rasped elation rippling across the dunes and beyond. "We will make good pickings of this sad cadaver yet," He continued as the other would come to pass into the ship, whereupon Kaius's entrance behind Cavo he would pull a rusted lever that activated...

"A man once told me, question all sides; even your own," Achendaur called after the two others spoke their piece, raising his hands again in a loose, floaty gesture toward their unpleasant situation. "Are you both so loyal to your own, that you must take to arms at once? Are we men or barbarian...

An offended sneer tore from the mouth of Achendaur's mask as, in this madness, his efforts to draw out the soldier's reasons for aggression fell on deaf ears. His two lifted arms soon moved to make expressions; holding his hand up toward the distant Kaius and the general direction of Cavo...

At the sound of bolts clashing against his ship, and then fellow Bresk's resounding instructions, Achendaur's arms sharply dropped as his head snapped in the direction of their new foe. A single, ringing laugh followed the silence bid by the pause in fire, as though Cavo's demand for ranged...

While Cavo spent his time communicating with the beyond, Achendaur tested himself by staring into the flame as long as he could without losing focus. Two hours in, and he had fallen into a light sleep; his master's method of meditation evidently not yet mastered. Even when he blinked awake at...

A low, rippling chuckle flowed from Achendaur as Cavo referenced the awry state of his ship - or the interior, at least. He soon turned to pace back up its entrance ramp, snatching a battered metal broom from the corner of the central cabin before getting to making short work of the floors. He...

He was inside, fiddling with the controls in the operator's deck. In his time using this vessel, which he and Cavo had used to reach this unseemly place, the controls through which to operate their ship had been modified and altered and rewired in a manner most unusual, though a trained pilot's...

The silence sustains their tension for as long as Cavo went without speaking, where with a statuesque stillness Achendaur waited for the padawan's final decision on the matter. The man in the mask came to slowly bow himself in some theatric expression of gratitude, one hand settling upon his...

Pale eyes under the shadow of the hood watched Cavos as he spoke and rose, his stare sharp and calm and keen of his tension, of which could be felt in the very air. A hand rose- his left- to brush the hood back and reveal himself and his full head of hair, bearing the echo of shades of red that...

A low, rippling chuckle departed the hood that overshadowed much of his features. Tucking the golden mask into his cloak, Achendaur soon takes his lifeless lightsaber into his hands once again-- both firmly clasped around the longer handle of the weapon. He held it before the fire, as if to...

"Then we are on equal terms," Achendaur told the other as he remained comfortably knelt before the flame. "And we are little different in our circumstances. The Old Man who taught me what I know, he left me to my lonesome to figure out how to assume control of this power, and give life to this...

With the stringey creature nearly cleaned off, he thought it appropriate to toss the still corpse-bound branch off to the side in divorce of responsibility for it; might as well leave the marrow for the beasts. "Beasts by default rule what they roam. They rule this place, this unseemly gaggle of...

The question kept him silent for a moment, the pause of which was conveniently excused by his bite of the cooked rodent. He spoke after swallowing, keeping a keen eye on Cavo all the while. "Migratory. The, old man, he was not used to settling one place. It made him paranoid." After another tear...

"Then you suggest my coming here was for nothing?" Pale eyes flick upward and pin on Cavo as he slowly pulled his catch-stick back, his hands occupied with tearing a fresh piece of cooked meat free from the form. Achendaur seemed unattentative of the deepening darkness of their surroundings...

Upon Cavo's invitation, the man in the mask broke his seclusive stillness to approach the fire across from the other. As he knelt before the flame, his cloak shifted to reveal that the hilt of some weapon protruded from his belt. Indeed, he was armed, but did not seem to arrive for violence...