- MTO: Maze of Horrors -

[Mr. Mischief]

- MUTUAL TRAINING OPPORTUNITIES -​

: FORCE SPEED/DASH/LEAP CLASS # 1 :

[This thread is for myself, Malice Marf, Mizchno, and Wynnhime]

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A smile creased the features of the Pureblood that stood alone in the Valley of the Dark Lords, the view before him being the cause of the sadistic grin that seemed to spread like the plague as time passed. His mind raced at the excitement regarding the possibilities that awaited him and the three other Acolytes that would be joining him on this... run. The owner of the tomb before him was an unknown to Savan, the etchings and markings that lined the once hallowed halls had long been tarnished and worn from the elements. In truth, the Massassi cared little for who was taking their final slumber within the desecrated structure... he had chosen this location simply for the dark aura that seemed to permeate through the very stone that it had been crafted with. With his arms folded tightly across his chest, he waited. The crimson skinned warrior stood in defiance of the sandstorm that loomed in the distance, wearing only a pair of loose fitting black slacks that were suspended upon his hips by a red sash. Rocking from heel to toe in an effort to keep his legs from stiffening up, Savan cocked his head from side to side which produced a thunderous crack to release the tension in his neck. The others would be here soon... and that's when the fun would truly begin. "This is going to be a glorious day!" Savan yelled as his hand instinctively went to the lightsaber that was fashioned to his left hip. The sound of boots crunching upon the sand had caught his attention, and he turned to face the first to arrive. That sadistic grin having never left his face would have been the first thing to greet the newcomer, along with his glowing yellow eyes that seemed to pierce the soul of whomever they were laid upon.

 

[Bantha]

The winds were picking up as Ivaris traversed the path to the tomb, blowing around the tails of her copper cornrows. Her horns had been growing back recently, revealing their sharpened selves in a spiraling pattern on her scalp. Black boots ground into the fissured and cracked earth with every footstep, carrying her further toward her destination. She heard a shout, yet was not yet close enough to see who said it.

"Istesi!" she shouted in Sith in answer to his own.

She was closer now, close enough to see who was so eager. A stocky Sith Pureblood, with a cocky grin on his face and spirit showing in his piercing yellow eyes. Stopping a few meters from him, she snatched a lightsaber from her belt with her cybernetic left arm. The durasteel armor normally covering her cybernetics had been left off to reduce weight, revealing their mechanical guts. Clad in a simple black tunic and leggings, her secondary lightsaber was strapped to her thigh.

The near-human gave him nothing more than a glace before placing her free hand on her hip and turning back to regard the sandstorm.

 

[Miz]

Mitsuki would be completely lost if it wasn't for some idiot yelling off in the distance, disturbing all the deathly silence that the sands of Korriban promised. Either way she found herself being prepared for another lesson with Savan. Although the brief yell in the distance was annoying to say the least; Mitsuki felt obligated to give a response.

"Mom's Spaghetti!"