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It was a new day on Korriban, so it was back to the daily routine of things. Since reappearance, Drakus had been focusing on getting reconditioned to civilization. Sharpen his skills, so that he would be on his best during his rise back to the dark council. He was determined to regain his position as Warmaster, a position he was never challenged for...the one that was taken from him. So he was in the dimly lit training room, hanging from a pull up bar as he pulled himself up. Sweat clung to his muscled back, the tunic of his robes neatly folded off to the side on a beside the four hilts of his lightsabers. Only the sound of his exhales could be heard inside the room each time he pulled himself up. Only to reset and do it again, his feet were also bare. Letting the faint light hit the cybernetic left leg of his. The constant reminder of his past failure, and his rebirth as a Sith. The driving force behind his ambition, to him he still believed the Jedi had sent to him to his death. Out of fear that he would progress too fast, and that they would not be able to control him. He was determined to prove that their mistake would be their downfall.
He had gotten a measure of revenge during the core campaign, seeing his home planet left in ruins claimed for the Sith as they raised a new temple on the ashes of the Jedi. Back then, he had been a Sith master. It wasn’t until the end of the Corellian campaign that he was raised to the ranks of the Sith lords, and given his place on the dark council. Before it was taken from him, now someone else sat in his seat. Soon, that person will be removed and his place leading the military would be restored. He would only settle for being a Sith General for so long. He was too ambitious to stay idle for too long, he was just making sure that he chose this timing wisely. He was a Warrior by nature, a Master duelist, and strategist. Each thought drove him through his workout, and caused the loose items on the tables around the training room to levitate. Drakus was working out both his body, mind and control over the force.
He may have chosen to become a warrior, but he could have easily been a sorcerer, or an Assassin. But he chose the glory of the battlefield, over magic and shadows. Closing his eyes, he continued his set of pull ups as the floating items around the room started to orbit around him. He may have been a Master in telekinesis, but he wouldn’t stay a master of it unless he continued his training. A warriors life was all about training and something Weiss, or should he say Darth Somnus and himself agreed upon. Training was never over, even for those who have risen to the heights of a Sith Lord. Even if Drakus would not train anyone right now, didn’t mean that he wasn’t training himself. He would reach his goal at all costs, or die in the process.