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The hot desert air of Tatooine, ever present on the dry gusts of wind, seemed different. A peculiar tang that felt familiar to Uhrsek; it was present within the heartlands of the Sith Empire, and it was present within the blood of his species. It was the Dark Side; whilst it was minimal here compared to worlds such as Korriban, Moraband and Dromund Kaas, the mark has been left here of all places. His eyes looked upon the Mountains of Madness; an unusual sight within the vast dunes of Tatooine, there was more to this peak than clearly met the eye. Well-named, the mark of the Dark Side within these mountains is said to assail the mind of all those who dare to climb its peaks. Those who face its horrors are ultimately driven into the embrace of madness if their minds are not strong enough to endure this task. Uhrsek was not alone here, as much as it chafed him to do so; when he had first lain eyes upon the male Dathomirian next to him, intriguingly named Dhuum, he had mistaken him for a Zabrak. Of course, Dathomirian males bear more overt effects of their Zabrak blood; this one must have the blood of a Massassi, he thought wryly, thinking of the being's unusual height. Given what he's heard of the plight of men on Dathomir, Uhrsek wasn't particularly surprised to find one here.. Half-mask rebreather down, the Red Sith turned to Dhuum, wary of the dismal word that shares the sound of the name, and spoke.
"I know us Sith usually say we'd climb mountains in the pursuit of our goals, but I find this a tad too literal don't you think?"
He said dryly, not sure if his Dathomirian companion would appreciate such a witticism; if what people said were true, Dathomirians aren't exactly known for their sense of humour.