The ambience of Korriban had changed. The invasion of the Killiks seemed to have left it's scars, and now the temple itself was guarded more heavily than Sol had ever seen it. Upon every corner, there were eyes, a grim face, and the scars of ruin that the Insectoids had carved across sand and stone. Nonetheless, the academy could not afford to rest idly, buried beneath the sand and forgotten. With the threat repelled, services were quick to resume, and the Kel'dor found himself upon the dry world once again, gazing upon the crimson banners that draped ancient walls. Despite the darkness of this place, the heated bite of the poisoned force within the air, Sol can't help but feel as if this world were akin to his home. He had trained here, learned here. He had bled here. The inhospitable landscape was the cherry on top, really. Korriban was as close to Dorin as the Empire had for now.
Eventually, he makes way into one of the many sparring arenas that the academy maintained, and for good reason. Sol could not afford to allow his abilities to fade and his skills to slip, not while the Killiks hunted the stars for new prey. And, even when the bugs were gone, that still left the Jedi to deal with. There was no sense in complacency, and Sol could not rely on his books for everything. So, there he was, standing within the arena in a simple black outfit that insured he wouldn't get overheated too quickly. Sol was here for one reason, and one reason only. He wanted to fight, to brush up on his dueling skills to insure that he'd be ready when the next real battle sought him out. Luckily for the Kel'dor, he had found as sparring partner that seemed equally as willing to train. The exercise would do him some good, and perhaps both Sith would learn something new.
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Eventually, he makes way into one of the many sparring arenas that the academy maintained, and for good reason. Sol could not afford to allow his abilities to fade and his skills to slip, not while the Killiks hunted the stars for new prey. And, even when the bugs were gone, that still left the Jedi to deal with. There was no sense in complacency, and Sol could not rely on his books for everything. So, there he was, standing within the arena in a simple black outfit that insured he wouldn't get overheated too quickly. Sol was here for one reason, and one reason only. He wanted to fight, to brush up on his dueling skills to insure that he'd be ready when the next real battle sought him out. Luckily for the Kel'dor, he had found as sparring partner that seemed equally as willing to train. The exercise would do him some good, and perhaps both Sith would learn something new.
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