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Why did he subject himself to this? This torment was simply unbearable. He could level anyone here without so much as a thought. He could break their wills and rebuild them as his own. He didn't need a blaster. He worked better alone or with one other person, someone he knew and who he could trust not to leave him for dead. He knew the Troopers were loyal to each other. But him? He was a Sith. And not even a Sith Acolyte. He was a freaking Arcanist. Mayhem and discord were his kind's M.O. and he knew that they knew that.
So why was he here?
Because he could be.
Relating to people built bridges. He wanted more. More connection, more bridges, and he would have that. He could have that. For the low low price of forsaking the use of...his more elaborate powers. When he marched with the soldiers, he was one of them and expected to act like one of them. So that meant none of his fancy space magics. Or at least not the majority of them. He tossed some things in his locker and sighed. He missed Vallo, but having a Tuk'ata around here wouldn't be...smart. Especially not Vallo. He wasn't keen on strangers. At least he had Eezeo with him. Looking down at the golden spider he smiled.
His time here wouldn't be that bad.
That is...until he got to his first class. Shooting.
Raith had a history with blasters. It wasn't a good one. He couldn't shoot a blaster. He tried once. When he was a slave to a Hutt. He smacked himself in the face with the recoil and damaged one of the protocol droids. He tried a few years later and couldn't even hold the thing straight. No. Close combat weapons, or magicks, that was his preferred tool of chaos and and control. Guns? No. But he had little choice here. He was to be a trooper. And troopers could use a number of different weapons and gear. So...time to get to it.
With another sigh and a bit of a mumble, Eezeo spoke up in Binary to remind him that he was due shortly and that his rank in the Sith would mean little here. Eezeo was so helpful...
So why was he here?
Because he could be.
Relating to people built bridges. He wanted more. More connection, more bridges, and he would have that. He could have that. For the low low price of forsaking the use of...his more elaborate powers. When he marched with the soldiers, he was one of them and expected to act like one of them. So that meant none of his fancy space magics. Or at least not the majority of them. He tossed some things in his locker and sighed. He missed Vallo, but having a Tuk'ata around here wouldn't be...smart. Especially not Vallo. He wasn't keen on strangers. At least he had Eezeo with him. Looking down at the golden spider he smiled.
His time here wouldn't be that bad.
That is...until he got to his first class. Shooting.
Raith had a history with blasters. It wasn't a good one. He couldn't shoot a blaster. He tried once. When he was a slave to a Hutt. He smacked himself in the face with the recoil and damaged one of the protocol droids. He tried a few years later and couldn't even hold the thing straight. No. Close combat weapons, or magicks, that was his preferred tool of chaos and and control. Guns? No. But he had little choice here. He was to be a trooper. And troopers could use a number of different weapons and gear. So...time to get to it.
With another sigh and a bit of a mumble, Eezeo spoke up in Binary to remind him that he was due shortly and that his rank in the Sith would mean little here. Eezeo was so helpful...