Varyn Rask
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- Joined
- Dec 15, 2018
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He had finally managed to do it: he'd gotten away from the rest of the galaxy. It took him going to an almost completely unknown world to do so, but he'd finally done it.
And what an incredible world he'd found to get away from it all. The planet had stuck in his mind ever since he visited the remains of the terrorist base that had been built here. He knew that he wanted somewhere to make a retirement home, and this seemed like a front runner.
He looked out over the open waters below, standing near the cliff that had taken his interest. The Arachas had set down on the planet, and Varyn had taken one of the two speeders from the hangar bay and zipped across the planet's surface. His intention wasn't to be the Emperor here, and his robes were appropriately unassuming. Although he had his glove-like gauntlets and weapons, his mask had been left behind. He could have almost been just another person walking out on a nearly-abandoned world if not for the dark presence that followed him around. Death dogged his every footstep.
His uncovered face let him breath in deeply the cool air blowing over the lake and smell the plants, grasses, and flowers of this world. He hadn't neglected to bring allergy pills this time, so there was no fear of a sudden and uncontrollable sneezing attack as he'd had in the garden on Korriban.
Despite its relatively unpopulated status, this world felt alive, but as he threw his leg back over the speeder and zoomed off, he felt another presence creeping up. It was a well-known feeling to Varyn that marked the site of a mass death... most commonly a battle. In this case, he was approaching the remains of the old terrorist base. He pulled the speeder over and climbed off, locking the controls and taking his first steps onto the rubble of the obliterated base.
Not so many years ago, the Imperial fleet had appeared here and turbolasers had ripped the structure down to its foundation. Although Imperial patrols had come through periodically to make sure it hadn't been resettled, no lasting presence had been established here.
There was only silence, and in that cool silence was the faintest call of the darkness. The same darkness that had taken the lives of those who had fought here. It was a power that he wielded: the intoxicating power to take life at a whim.
And then he felt something else. Foreign and different from this place, but not something he was intimately familiar with. Like a long-forgotten memory or a half-remembered dream, but not one that brought joy. Someone else was here....
@Wit
And what an incredible world he'd found to get away from it all. The planet had stuck in his mind ever since he visited the remains of the terrorist base that had been built here. He knew that he wanted somewhere to make a retirement home, and this seemed like a front runner.
He looked out over the open waters below, standing near the cliff that had taken his interest. The Arachas had set down on the planet, and Varyn had taken one of the two speeders from the hangar bay and zipped across the planet's surface. His intention wasn't to be the Emperor here, and his robes were appropriately unassuming. Although he had his glove-like gauntlets and weapons, his mask had been left behind. He could have almost been just another person walking out on a nearly-abandoned world if not for the dark presence that followed him around. Death dogged his every footstep.
His uncovered face let him breath in deeply the cool air blowing over the lake and smell the plants, grasses, and flowers of this world. He hadn't neglected to bring allergy pills this time, so there was no fear of a sudden and uncontrollable sneezing attack as he'd had in the garden on Korriban.
Despite its relatively unpopulated status, this world felt alive, but as he threw his leg back over the speeder and zoomed off, he felt another presence creeping up. It was a well-known feeling to Varyn that marked the site of a mass death... most commonly a battle. In this case, he was approaching the remains of the old terrorist base. He pulled the speeder over and climbed off, locking the controls and taking his first steps onto the rubble of the obliterated base.
Not so many years ago, the Imperial fleet had appeared here and turbolasers had ripped the structure down to its foundation. Although Imperial patrols had come through periodically to make sure it hadn't been resettled, no lasting presence had been established here.
There was only silence, and in that cool silence was the faintest call of the darkness. The same darkness that had taken the lives of those who had fought here. It was a power that he wielded: the intoxicating power to take life at a whim.
And then he felt something else. Foreign and different from this place, but not something he was intimately familiar with. Like a long-forgotten memory or a half-remembered dream, but not one that brought joy. Someone else was here....
@Wit