Crosis
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- Apr 26, 2014
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The shuttle lading on the dry, arid landing platform that was Korriban's landing platform for new arrivals. There was a dry breeze on the air, the kind that made a man thirst. Crosis gathered his All Temperature Cloak around his armor that he wore beneath it. It was a black cloak and was complete with a hood. His armor protected him against most melee weapons, Lightsabers not included....yet. He turned his attention to the pilot and the man that defeated him with his Force Lightening. "Why are we here? And why is it that I sense I will be leaving your incredible company? If I am an Acolyte, I am in need of a Master, are you not to fulfill that role?" Crosis asked the Sith that brought him here. His deep voice sounding like thunder. Commanding, and attention getting. He peered out the man who slowly turned to face him. The other man laughed.
"No little Sith, I have urgent business on Coruscant. You leave here to begin your training. Good luck, what does not kill you, will simply try to do so better next time." And with that Crosis turned as the loading ramp lowered to let him out of the shuttle. He turned his attention back to the Sith in the cockpit. "I will have you know that I am not a little Sith, I am twice your size physically speaking, and you only won our engagement because finally your lightening beat my fortitude. I hope we meet again, I would love to strike you down, so that you know the error of what you have just done by referring to me as little Sith, I am pure blood, something I will remind you of later. Until then..." Crosis gave the other man a slight bow, but only just a slight one. With that he turned on the heels of his feet and made his way off the shuttle.
Crosis shielded his eyes from the harsh sun of the planet, once his eyes adapted he gazed around to see what he could see. The degree of masonry that even in this time still had a semblance of its once grand appearance was something of a sight to behold even as the wind whipped his cloak about him. He saw various Sith of various species, sadly, going about their business at the Academy. Crosis walked closer towards the doors that lead inside the Academy. It was glorious. The shuttle pilot took off as soon as Crosis was far enough away to clear the shuttle. Crosis closed his eyes and took in the scent and smells of Korriban. This place was a clear and obvious hub of Darkside energies. Crosis smiled and basked in the sheer and wonderful feel of the Darkside of the Force flowing into him, feeding him. He clenched his hand into a fist. "Ha ha ha, with the Darkside at my beck and call, truly I will achieve my ambitions, and woe be to any whom get in my way. For I am Crosis, your future Lord and Master. Here me, for I shall bend the galaxy to my will!" And with that proud declaration he made his way inside the Academy.
Crosis spent the next hour roaming around the Academy dedicating the layout of the place to his memory. Each room, each purpose, every corridor. After that, he went to where the actual training room was and looked around. Standing at six foot four inches and being over two hundred pound of muscle. He was a large thing in a black cloak wearing a lightsaber on his waist. He called out to the occupants of the room. "I am Crosis, Acolyte of the Sith Imperium, I need one of three things, to speak to the Master of this Academy, someone to train with, or a Master to train me. Whom can assist me in acquiring the information that I require?" His deep voice sounded through the room like thunder dancing over mountain tops, confident, charming, id somewhat demanding. His hood still hiding much of his face. He called the Force inside him, feeling his way around the room the best he could, wanting to hopefully sense and be aware of any incoming sudden danger.
"No little Sith, I have urgent business on Coruscant. You leave here to begin your training. Good luck, what does not kill you, will simply try to do so better next time." And with that Crosis turned as the loading ramp lowered to let him out of the shuttle. He turned his attention back to the Sith in the cockpit. "I will have you know that I am not a little Sith, I am twice your size physically speaking, and you only won our engagement because finally your lightening beat my fortitude. I hope we meet again, I would love to strike you down, so that you know the error of what you have just done by referring to me as little Sith, I am pure blood, something I will remind you of later. Until then..." Crosis gave the other man a slight bow, but only just a slight one. With that he turned on the heels of his feet and made his way off the shuttle.
Crosis shielded his eyes from the harsh sun of the planet, once his eyes adapted he gazed around to see what he could see. The degree of masonry that even in this time still had a semblance of its once grand appearance was something of a sight to behold even as the wind whipped his cloak about him. He saw various Sith of various species, sadly, going about their business at the Academy. Crosis walked closer towards the doors that lead inside the Academy. It was glorious. The shuttle pilot took off as soon as Crosis was far enough away to clear the shuttle. Crosis closed his eyes and took in the scent and smells of Korriban. This place was a clear and obvious hub of Darkside energies. Crosis smiled and basked in the sheer and wonderful feel of the Darkside of the Force flowing into him, feeding him. He clenched his hand into a fist. "Ha ha ha, with the Darkside at my beck and call, truly I will achieve my ambitions, and woe be to any whom get in my way. For I am Crosis, your future Lord and Master. Here me, for I shall bend the galaxy to my will!" And with that proud declaration he made his way inside the Academy.
Crosis spent the next hour roaming around the Academy dedicating the layout of the place to his memory. Each room, each purpose, every corridor. After that, he went to where the actual training room was and looked around. Standing at six foot four inches and being over two hundred pound of muscle. He was a large thing in a black cloak wearing a lightsaber on his waist. He called out to the occupants of the room. "I am Crosis, Acolyte of the Sith Imperium, I need one of three things, to speak to the Master of this Academy, someone to train with, or a Master to train me. Whom can assist me in acquiring the information that I require?" His deep voice sounded through the room like thunder dancing over mountain tops, confident, charming, id somewhat demanding. His hood still hiding much of his face. He called the Force inside him, feeling his way around the room the best he could, wanting to hopefully sense and be aware of any incoming sudden danger.