Location: Pipeworld
Gear: Beskar'gam, Cloak of Nuun, Cater Coat, Tantibus, Kallig's Scorching Lightsaber, No-Show, 3 Betty Blasters, Gun Belt filled with ammunition and explosives
Damien had been jerked from the reality he had known, and placed into one he had never imagined. Through study and reconnaissance, he had come to understand this universe had a majorly different history, beginnin hundreds of years back, when the Emperor decimated every threat to his reign. This enforced a different kind of regime, one that lasted so long, that enemies of the Empire were a myth.
However, if Damien had a mirror copy in this place, as he had come to believe was possible, the Ancient Sith would have loved to interact - and eventually kill him. They both were old enough to have lived hundreds more years before the Emperor first came to fruition. As it was, he had no justification in his belief, so instead pondered his reactions had he been here during this Empires birth..
Returning his attentions to the present, Damien found himself midst a massive underground construct. Moving swift and sure, his mind correlating with his Force Shadow on a second:millisecond return - in other words, as time passed he took I'm everything, and needn't worry about danger as he approached a door.
Pausing before it, he straightened his coat, then cracked his neck. He knew the Droid was on the other side, and also held no fear of such. Through Tutaminis, such a shot could be absorbed, while a counter was developed. That also only came to play if danger ensued. At the moment, Damien was not hostile in any fashion, nor did he believe the one inside was - to him at least.
Opening the door, Damien slowly stepped inside.
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