Aeteran Ea'Tera
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The entirety of the ship was quiet except for the gentle humming of the hyperdrive as the YT1300 freighter sailed through the vast emptiness of space. The ship hurtled through the cosmos along the Perlemian trade route and the stars streaked by so quickly it illuminated the ship with a faint blue glow. Apart from the gentle humming of the hyperdrive Aeteran could only hear the sound of him breathing as he sat in quiet repose and introspection. Aeteran Ea’Tera was a tall and lean man who lay back in his seat and allowed his spindly, long fingers to lie folded neatly in his lap. Never before had Aeteran ventured this far away from his home, there not being much in his desire outside of the nearby-populated sectors of his homeworld. The blood of colonists ran in his veins, his ancestors having populated Corulag from the great world of Coruscant, now nothing more than a pile of rubble and ruin. Those great and brave men came forth years ago into the unknown, and now it seemed fated that Aeteran do the same.
For years he had done exactly what he was supposed to do, followed the path that was destined for him. He smiled politely whenever he met a new person, he underwent years of schooling in order to secure a decent job, and afterwards he participated in the legal system of the galaxy to the best he was able. Scruples and morals were never Aeteran’s strongpoint, and that is part of what led him on this current path to the distant world of Korriban, the homeworld of the Sith. For all the research he had done and everything he had learned about the mysterious order of force wielders could not compare to what was in store for him. There was no way that Aeteran could predict where this journey would lead him.
There were other individuals on the ship, but Aeteran would rather keep to himself than socialize with the others here. In all honesty Aeteran’s stomach was tied in knots and nerves kept him on edge and he tried to calm himself. Though it was always Aeteran’s policy to make friends where he could since one could never know when a contact would be beneficial in the future. He looked at four other humans, a Rodian, and a Quarren and noticed the expressions on their faces, the posturing of their bodies, and wondered what exactly were they thinking at this time, could they be thinking the same things as him? Were they other hopefuls bound for the dead and dark and dread world of the Sith? Or did they have some other business, living their life as once Aeteran had? Aeteran could not know, nor fathom to know, only to guess and infer the best he could, his abilities and powers of reading people were eclipsed by the nerves he felt in the pit of his stomach, as the coils of indecision and fear wrapped themselves around his beating heart.
The ship completed its journey without incident or any other notable event. Aeteran did not carry many possessions with him, simply the bare essentials in one container and a single vibroblade. It was one of the first things he ever bought himself after finishing his legal training. It was a simply thing, balanced for fencing but without any gaudiness other than the shine it boasted due to Aeteran keeping impeccable care of it. There was no shine now, since it was safely tucked away in its sheath. Aeteran was not sure if they would confiscate his possessions, or allow him to keep what remained of his previous life. Once Aeteran had been a wealthy man on Corulag, but had abandoned his assets as he began this new life. There was nothing holding Aeteran back as he was beginning this new journey.
The sun was just now setting over the dead and dying world as Aeteran stepped off the shuttle, his shoes clanking on the metallic ramp as he descended onto the dying world. Wind whipped the red sand of the world around in the stiff air and the sun cast shadows upon the spaceport where the ship had dropped him off. Making his way through the crowd Aeteran found where he was supposed to be, the entrance to the Sith Academy. It stood near the immense statutes of Sith Lords passed, and Aeteran was awestruck. Ever since he left Corulag he had heard a brief whisper at the back of his mind. It spoke to him, called to him, but was barely a perceptible feeling that disappeared as soon as he listened to it. Now here, on the dark world of the Sith, Aeteran could hear it, and it was insidiously sweet and was in a dread crescendo with ever step he took toward his future.
Checking into the Sith Academy was a fairly simply enough task, as their security procedures seemed much more primitive than the background checks that Aeteran’s firm had placed on him when he took his first job, however Aeteran could not believe it was as simple as it seemed. It would soon turn out that not everything on this world was not as it appeared. Contemplating to himself, Aeteran was nearly positive that the Sith had been evaluating him ever since he booked his passage to this system and had been watching ever since he took his first step on this world.
Sparse hallways, dim lighting, and an overall unfriendly demeanor seemed to follow Aeteran everywhere he went on this world. After having been assigned his room he made his way there for the night to wait what would inevitably happen the next day. Nothing decorated the sides of his room and his bed looked terribly uncomfortable as the acetic nature of the academy made its first impression. Aeteran laid down on the cot and wondered what would happen the next day, but for now all he could do was wait.
For years he had done exactly what he was supposed to do, followed the path that was destined for him. He smiled politely whenever he met a new person, he underwent years of schooling in order to secure a decent job, and afterwards he participated in the legal system of the galaxy to the best he was able. Scruples and morals were never Aeteran’s strongpoint, and that is part of what led him on this current path to the distant world of Korriban, the homeworld of the Sith. For all the research he had done and everything he had learned about the mysterious order of force wielders could not compare to what was in store for him. There was no way that Aeteran could predict where this journey would lead him.
There were other individuals on the ship, but Aeteran would rather keep to himself than socialize with the others here. In all honesty Aeteran’s stomach was tied in knots and nerves kept him on edge and he tried to calm himself. Though it was always Aeteran’s policy to make friends where he could since one could never know when a contact would be beneficial in the future. He looked at four other humans, a Rodian, and a Quarren and noticed the expressions on their faces, the posturing of their bodies, and wondered what exactly were they thinking at this time, could they be thinking the same things as him? Were they other hopefuls bound for the dead and dark and dread world of the Sith? Or did they have some other business, living their life as once Aeteran had? Aeteran could not know, nor fathom to know, only to guess and infer the best he could, his abilities and powers of reading people were eclipsed by the nerves he felt in the pit of his stomach, as the coils of indecision and fear wrapped themselves around his beating heart.
The ship completed its journey without incident or any other notable event. Aeteran did not carry many possessions with him, simply the bare essentials in one container and a single vibroblade. It was one of the first things he ever bought himself after finishing his legal training. It was a simply thing, balanced for fencing but without any gaudiness other than the shine it boasted due to Aeteran keeping impeccable care of it. There was no shine now, since it was safely tucked away in its sheath. Aeteran was not sure if they would confiscate his possessions, or allow him to keep what remained of his previous life. Once Aeteran had been a wealthy man on Corulag, but had abandoned his assets as he began this new life. There was nothing holding Aeteran back as he was beginning this new journey.
The sun was just now setting over the dead and dying world as Aeteran stepped off the shuttle, his shoes clanking on the metallic ramp as he descended onto the dying world. Wind whipped the red sand of the world around in the stiff air and the sun cast shadows upon the spaceport where the ship had dropped him off. Making his way through the crowd Aeteran found where he was supposed to be, the entrance to the Sith Academy. It stood near the immense statutes of Sith Lords passed, and Aeteran was awestruck. Ever since he left Corulag he had heard a brief whisper at the back of his mind. It spoke to him, called to him, but was barely a perceptible feeling that disappeared as soon as he listened to it. Now here, on the dark world of the Sith, Aeteran could hear it, and it was insidiously sweet and was in a dread crescendo with ever step he took toward his future.
Checking into the Sith Academy was a fairly simply enough task, as their security procedures seemed much more primitive than the background checks that Aeteran’s firm had placed on him when he took his first job, however Aeteran could not believe it was as simple as it seemed. It would soon turn out that not everything on this world was not as it appeared. Contemplating to himself, Aeteran was nearly positive that the Sith had been evaluating him ever since he booked his passage to this system and had been watching ever since he took his first step on this world.
Sparse hallways, dim lighting, and an overall unfriendly demeanor seemed to follow Aeteran everywhere he went on this world. After having been assigned his room he made his way there for the night to wait what would inevitably happen the next day. Nothing decorated the sides of his room and his bed looked terribly uncomfortable as the acetic nature of the academy made its first impression. Aeteran laid down on the cot and wondered what would happen the next day, but for now all he could do was wait.