Location: Back on the home planet/Unknown Snowy Wasteland
Objective: Open to interuptation
Allies: [member="Sena Lassiter"] (you look like you need some fun)
Enemies: Some beasts, Who ever else gets in our way
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Damn artifact! The One Sith was suppose to leave to dominate Csilla a few hours ago and here was Darth Valdra, leaning against a wall, watching droids. His ship, a
Fury-Class Interceptor standard issued one was not working. Sure, he could be reasonable and just take one of the One Sith ships, but it was the principal of the matter and his ship was his ship. It also didn't help the situation that they were going to a cold planet....cold was an understatement here. He was a Fire wielder, needless to say he hated the cold.
After a few hours of droids working on his ship and Valdra getting angry with some of their chatter and breaking a few his ship was finally ready. He grabbed a vibrosword that was shaped like a very long katana with a strong ionite charge to it to make it useable against lightsabers. He was still making his sword, but he might as well get use to the length of the sword and it's use. He wanted to be different and stand out and a really long katana did that; plus it was great for nice summer evenings when One Sith had Kabab nights; his stomach rumbled.
He took a seat and prepped his ship for take off, damn thing still smelled like [member="Sitara Qin"]'s perfume. All the cleaning in the world could not rid him of that bloody smell. He pushed softly on the throttle to set the ship to rise and slowly move out of the hanger. Once free of the hanger he let the engines roar, but more like sputter; damn droids. Finally his ship lifted off and he was on his way to the domination. Once in hyperdrive he set it on auto pilot and pulled out a wet stone.
The sword he was making would always be sharp, but this one was far from that. He took his wet stone and slowly moved it across his blade. He would evenly move it over one section and after he got to a 100 passes he moved to a new section; needless to say he had a lot of time on his hands. Once finished with the first side he flipped it and repeated the process. Once he completed the sharpening he poured oil on it and polished the blade. This was to get rid of bits of metal and smooth out the blade so it cut better. His ship gave him the two minute warning so he put the finishing touches on his blade.
Once the planet was in view he took his ship in, his comm revealed that things were underway so Valdra knew he should land a bit of distance from the action. He put his ship down in a clearing of snow and powered her down. Once she was settled he put on his black trench coat, yes he had changed the color to make it more fitting. He exited the ship and walked down the loading ramp taking his first steps into the bloody snow. He was tempted to use heat and melt snow leaving him a path, but this was an ice planet and he needed to start learning to conserve his energy.
As he was walking through the snow he heard the faint sounds of growling. At first he thought it was the howling of the wind until he looked over and saw a back of wild beasts confronting a young woman. She had the markings of a Sith which meant it must have been a new Sith or a lost Acolyte, ether way [member="Darth Venefica"] would kill him if he let one of her own die, 'the weak shouldn't die, but be made stronger and will work twice as hard to get there.' Valdra channeled the Force into his blade, condensing it and released multiple Force Scars at the beasts. Force Scars were like razor sharp Force Pushes that could cut through a great deal of many things. The beasts bursted with blood painting the snow a nice shade of red. He made his way to the Acolyte and spoke very neutrally and emotionless, "You seem to be away from the action, why is this?"