The Sith temples on Korriban had long ago lost their power. Once, the dark side of the Force had thrummed within them like electricity through a power plant. Now, they were but cold stains on the surface of a dead planet. If he focused, plunged deep within himself, Kell could sense a faint echo of the power that once reigned here. But that's all it was—an echo. Intangible, immaterial, and ultimately useless to him.
The dark power within him was another story. When he touched it in moments of meditation, it stabbed like ice through his veins. Filled him up. Made him feel alive... and angry. Angry because he hated being stationed here, on this graveyard world, where nothing of import had happened for centuries and was like to happen for centuries more. Newbies to the Sith oft grew excited at the notion of being sent to Korriban. They dreamed of artifacts left unfound. Something left over from the ancient Sith Lords, offering them power unseen for generations.
But nothing of the sort existed.
Korriban was where grunts went to rot. That's what Kell was—what he felt like. A grunt. Nameless, meaningless. The Dark Lords of the Sith, the other wardens of the dark side, perused the galaxy in search of the power to bring the Sith Order back into glory. But he was to sit here, amidst the tombs, slowly collecting sand and dust in his hair until he too was like the bones interred in the tombs he guarded.
He regarded the monitor that gave him a view of the tomb complex. It was a crude set-up. Nothing like the security stations on a proper checkpoint. The images of outside were in greyscale and not very clear. Rely on your senses, his superiors had told him. You're a Sith. You have no need of state-of-the-art equipment. Hmph. A right lot of nexu shit, that. But there was no point in complaining. No one would care, least of all his superiors. And so he kept silent, bottling his rage. Waiting for an opportunity to unload.
Yellow eyes flicked across the monitor. The entrance, the grounds, the halls leading out of the antechambers. Nothing so far. Nothing yet. Granted, this tomb belonged to a lesser Sith. And who ever wanted to steal from lesser Sith? Still... There was something. A faint hum in the Force. A warning, perhaps? A premonition? Kell wasn't sure. But he was alert and ready, and practically daring the Force to give him something to do.
Someone to kill. @Feng Mian
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