Lord Commander
In the lands of the Primeval... but in the hands of Ancient Sith Lords... Mythos was in Korriban for the hundredth time yet this time it was in reach of Warriors... not ancient Scrolls or Relics. Korriban was his favorite planet next to Naboo and Atriasia, he stood upon the valley of the dark lords practicing his techniques of lightsaber dueling in the darkness of the night. He did not fear Korriban, or the Tuk'ata, Groom being around always watching and his various visits had gotten the wildlife and air around the planet to... respect him a little bit more, sounded crazy but it was true.
When he came here first with T'zanith he was hounded and beat by the Planets unforgiving and hostile inhabitants and landscape, now he walked about Korriban as one. His lightsaber dashed in rapid successions of Juyo and ataru seeking to perfect his craft.... yet he felt an approaching presence that was not... Animal... yet not far from it either.. [member="Damien Daemon"]
When he came here first with T'zanith he was hounded and beat by the Planets unforgiving and hostile inhabitants and landscape, now he walked about Korriban as one. His lightsaber dashed in rapid successions of Juyo and ataru seeking to perfect his craft.... yet he felt an approaching presence that was not... Animal... yet not far from it either.. [member="Damien Daemon"]