Korriban was a world that harbored many negative emotions from the mad Kel Dor, or perhaps rather the man he once was. After his hiatus, sealed away on his homeworld unknown to all, he was convinced now that a return would not be such a blight as it once was. Much the opposite, he in fact hoped. Perhaps now he could benefit from time spent on the Sith homeworld. Upon arrival, he was presented with an unpleasant truth. Details were abundant about the ‘invasion’ and recurring plague and it seemed Korriban was not yet fully purged.
”Ah… The Mad Champion returns?” a dock worker teased. ”How unfortunate,” he finished, returning his attention to the datapad in hand. Bir was used to such behaviors, having experienced similarly jaded comments since his induction into the Order, so this was of little consequence. ”What gives us the pleasure, Vuul?”
”Called back! Called to serve! Called to cull!” Bir declared excitedly as he pulled the hood from his head, his face contorting into a wild grin whilst locking eyes with the man. ”...and kill,” With a roll of his eyes, the worker continued to scan through his docs.
”Says here you’re…. Oh,” A snide smirk spread itself across his face. ”You’re to report to the Academy and supervise the acolyte Nova Trent in an investigation,” He continued as he cleared the Kel Dor to proceed.
”Thank you, friend! Thank you!” Bir stated excitedly, offering the man something enclosed in his metal fist. ”For your troubles!” Bewildered but not one to deny a tip, the dock worker cautiously held his open palm beneath Bir’s, only for a writhing worm to be dropped in it. ”Best eaten fresh! Enjoy!” With that, Bir was enroute to find his ward.
”Poor kid has no idea what she’s in for,” the dock worker scowled as he dropped the worm to the dusty floor, squashing it beneath his boot. ”Next!”
”Ah… The Mad Champion returns?” a dock worker teased. ”How unfortunate,” he finished, returning his attention to the datapad in hand. Bir was used to such behaviors, having experienced similarly jaded comments since his induction into the Order, so this was of little consequence. ”What gives us the pleasure, Vuul?”
”Called back! Called to serve! Called to cull!” Bir declared excitedly as he pulled the hood from his head, his face contorting into a wild grin whilst locking eyes with the man. ”...and kill,” With a roll of his eyes, the worker continued to scan through his docs.
”Says here you’re…. Oh,” A snide smirk spread itself across his face. ”You’re to report to the Academy and supervise the acolyte Nova Trent in an investigation,” He continued as he cleared the Kel Dor to proceed.
”Thank you, friend! Thank you!” Bir stated excitedly, offering the man something enclosed in his metal fist. ”For your troubles!” Bewildered but not one to deny a tip, the dock worker cautiously held his open palm beneath Bir’s, only for a writhing worm to be dropped in it. ”Best eaten fresh! Enjoy!” With that, Bir was enroute to find his ward.
”Poor kid has no idea what she’s in for,” the dock worker scowled as he dropped the worm to the dusty floor, squashing it beneath his boot. ”Next!”