Few things were more malevolent than a true Dark Jedi. Yet, even in their passionate hate and corruption, there existed a normale, a partial stabilization that could be identified and understood. In this sense there was contrast to their nature, and opposing side which could equalize and ultimately bring harmony to the galaxy. Jedi balanced Dark Jedi just as the light balanced the dark, and there existed this equal pull for thousands of years. The galaxy had now birthed its antithesis, a being of such discord and chaos that his very nature was substantiated by the icy plains in which his feet crunched tirelessly under.
After many days of trekking the extreme climate of Ando Prime, Kaleem Noor had stumbled upon the black marble wonder that was the Dark Jedi Temple of Bogan. It was vague however, and he could barely see it through the slits carved into the massive scarf wrapped elegantly about his features. Temperamentally he probed the exterior surface of the temple with a gloved finger and traced along the icy particles which had collected against its hull. He marveled, amidst heavy choked breaths, the effect to which merely touching the temple produced, a heavy tip in emotions that momentarily fogged his mental acuity and pushed him to sudden rage.
Further along the young man edged, clinging to the perimeter to the building so that he could brace against the incoming ice storm which had plagued much of his trip. Even dressed appropriately for his environment, the boy showed an eerie resiliency for the simple fact that he'd undertaken a voyage that would have slaughtered many his age. Aside from numbness, however, he seemed driven by a transcendent force that existed beyond himself. A voice inside him bellowed for a dark vengeance that wished to be sated and it was only through the catalyst of the Dark Jedi that he could achieve--
A click stopped his fluent thoughts, and suddenly he found himself stumbling through an open door. A climate controlled area was what lay in front of him. The sudden warmth wracked his frigid nerves and sent them into euphoric pain. He felt burdened to such a degree that he fell to his knees, though made no utterances. He whipped away the scarf from his features and allowed heavy streams of breath to echo across this complex. At this point he waited, silently for something to happen.
After many days of trekking the extreme climate of Ando Prime, Kaleem Noor had stumbled upon the black marble wonder that was the Dark Jedi Temple of Bogan. It was vague however, and he could barely see it through the slits carved into the massive scarf wrapped elegantly about his features. Temperamentally he probed the exterior surface of the temple with a gloved finger and traced along the icy particles which had collected against its hull. He marveled, amidst heavy choked breaths, the effect to which merely touching the temple produced, a heavy tip in emotions that momentarily fogged his mental acuity and pushed him to sudden rage.
Further along the young man edged, clinging to the perimeter to the building so that he could brace against the incoming ice storm which had plagued much of his trip. Even dressed appropriately for his environment, the boy showed an eerie resiliency for the simple fact that he'd undertaken a voyage that would have slaughtered many his age. Aside from numbness, however, he seemed driven by a transcendent force that existed beyond himself. A voice inside him bellowed for a dark vengeance that wished to be sated and it was only through the catalyst of the Dark Jedi that he could achieve--
A click stopped his fluent thoughts, and suddenly he found himself stumbling through an open door. A climate controlled area was what lay in front of him. The sudden warmth wracked his frigid nerves and sent them into euphoric pain. He felt burdened to such a degree that he fell to his knees, though made no utterances. He whipped away the scarf from his features and allowed heavy streams of breath to echo across this complex. At this point he waited, silently for something to happen.
