Darth Ferus
Wanderer
A clash between Lords of the Sith were normally a result of a disagreement that could not be solved any other way, or a ploy to gain power or prestige. This day was not one of those days however. Krest simply enjoyed fighting. The thrill of combat, the pleasure of pushing ones body to the limit against a foe that could strike him down. This is what brought him to Belsavis. A prison world long forgotten, long out of use.
Or perhaps it wasn't. Krest didn't know, but the area he went to, there were no people. An abandoned prison yard, broken and empty. It was here the Sith Lord waited for the man he would call his opponent. His fellow Assassin, [member="Darth Abyss"] . The Mindeater and him had clashed several times in the past, all for challenge and growth.
Krest stood in the yard, dressed in the tattered red cloak he had worn many years ago. He was armed with everything he needed; his lightsaber, the large gun, the hidden blade of the Assassins, and of course his cybernetics. It wasn't an overwhelming amount of gear, but it would be enough to win the fight that would soon commence.
Or perhaps it wasn't. Krest didn't know, but the area he went to, there were no people. An abandoned prison yard, broken and empty. It was here the Sith Lord waited for the man he would call his opponent. His fellow Assassin, [member="Darth Abyss"] . The Mindeater and him had clashed several times in the past, all for challenge and growth.
Krest stood in the yard, dressed in the tattered red cloak he had worn many years ago. He was armed with everything he needed; his lightsaber, the large gun, the hidden blade of the Assassins, and of course his cybernetics. It wasn't an overwhelming amount of gear, but it would be enough to win the fight that would soon commence.