Zakkar couldn’t believe the situation that he’d unceremoniously stumbled into. It had taken the Barabel months to find his place at the Umbara Academy, and not entirely without incident. One, smart-assed comment to a Professor had landed the Acolyte on the next transport bound for Asation, dumped in quite literally the middle of fucking nowhere.
Asation had been under close surveillance by the Sith Order - investigating a disturbance in the Dark Side that originated from its deep, blackened swamps. Reports had indicated the presence of some primitive, humanoid civilization on the planet, though attempts to explore the region had been otherwise unsuccessful. Multiple search parties and troopers were sent.
None returned.
Perhaps the Order believed Acolytes to be more capable of producing results. More likely, their assignment was meant to be little more than a suicide mission into the swamp.
Fortunately, Zakkar wasn’t alone in his suffering - having been informed of another Acolyte sent to accompany him. The Barabel knew nothing of his mission partner, save that she’d decked a fellow Academy student and similarly been shipped off to the swamps. With the house of another transport looming nearby, Zakkar knew that she wouldn’t be far behind him.
Zakkar was dressed the low-quality ‘armor’ that was provided by the academy, a mismatch of leather and utility equipment strapped to his waist. A loose-fitting hood had hung over his reptilian features before Zakkar finally removed it, along with the gloves that covered his clawed fingers. Having not yet forged his lightsaber, the Barabel was armed with a vibroblade that hung at his hip. It was far from the gladiatorial attire he was accustomed to, but would serve for the time being.
By the time Nash made her way to the swamp clearing, she would find Zakkar lazily sitting atop a Boulder above the swampy terrain, allowing a cigarra to loosely hang from his lips. Smoke wisped between his fangs, floating into the air above.
Asation had been under close surveillance by the Sith Order - investigating a disturbance in the Dark Side that originated from its deep, blackened swamps. Reports had indicated the presence of some primitive, humanoid civilization on the planet, though attempts to explore the region had been otherwise unsuccessful. Multiple search parties and troopers were sent.
None returned.
Perhaps the Order believed Acolytes to be more capable of producing results. More likely, their assignment was meant to be little more than a suicide mission into the swamp.
Fortunately, Zakkar wasn’t alone in his suffering - having been informed of another Acolyte sent to accompany him. The Barabel knew nothing of his mission partner, save that she’d decked a fellow Academy student and similarly been shipped off to the swamps. With the house of another transport looming nearby, Zakkar knew that she wouldn’t be far behind him.
Zakkar was dressed the low-quality ‘armor’ that was provided by the academy, a mismatch of leather and utility equipment strapped to his waist. A loose-fitting hood had hung over his reptilian features before Zakkar finally removed it, along with the gloves that covered his clawed fingers. Having not yet forged his lightsaber, the Barabel was armed with a vibroblade that hung at his hip. It was far from the gladiatorial attire he was accustomed to, but would serve for the time being.
By the time Nash made her way to the swamp clearing, she would find Zakkar lazily sitting atop a Boulder above the swampy terrain, allowing a cigarra to loosely hang from his lips. Smoke wisped between his fangs, floating into the air above.
@Sreeya