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- May 26, 2013
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Frozen. Null wastelands. Nothing but ghosts and the howling of chilling winds in this empty, cold graveyard. Nothing for him, at least. But returning here was his own decision. To the known borders of the Galaxy, back to civilization. After all the years... He had not missed this feeling at all. Sure, he had been longing to feel the presence of other intelligent life forms. Wilderness does that to one. But what he wished the most; was to be surrounded with the Force again. To bask in the feeling that there were others with the same gift as his, nearby. To taste the dark trace other Sith left in the air all around him, to perceive other corrupted silhouettes in the currents of the Force... It was truly remarkable.
It had been years since his last visit to this irrelevant planet. Memories of his days as a pathetic acolyte came back to him. He was impotent then, just another cannon fodder to be pushed around and left ignored. He never was truly Sith. As a boy he had been far too hesitant to embrace the nexus of power that the Dark Side introduced. But as a man, he had become far more than a mere Sith. The very heart of corruption had taken his body as a vessel. Malice and blackness stained, recolored his mind. Leading up to this metalic juggernaut in blacks. He was standing alone atop a hill of ice and snow. He always stood alone.
It was the middle of nowhere. Frozen hills, wild winds and firm ice covering everything that the eye could see. Perfect enviroment for a harsh training. He had sat idle for far too long. Time to make an introduction had already came. And to kick-start things up, he had selected an especially interesting, young acolyte.
The dark figure stood without motion as a black spot in the ocean of ice, awaiting the arrival of the promising student.
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