Private A Sandy Apprentice

[Darth Sorn]

The sands of Tash-Taral paled in comparison to Korriban. With Korriban there was history where the Sith survived and thrived the Dark Side thrums through the whole planet. It was bliss, it was eternity until the Jedi defeated the Sith on their home planet. While Tash-Taral was still a planet where there were plenty of Sith artifacts, it paled in comparison to Korriban. Darth Sorn walked through the hot desert in search for an hidden Holocron said to contain knowledge on how to influence the midi-chlorians in order to create life. It would be a boon to uncover this lost history and even learn for himself. Eternal life was something the Sith have been searching endlessly for even though some Sith throughout history had lived past their biological lifespan it wasn't same as their bodies became decrepit. No, only a few had came close to eternal life and Sorn was curious about midi-chlorian manipulation.

Darth Sorn's Armor

Armed with his light armor and his double bladed Lighsaber on his belt, Sorn approached a small town where he decided to take a break and quench his thirst first before setting out to find the Sith ruin. The Force will grant him victory this day he can feel it.

Lief

 

[Lief]

It was almost dizzying, how quickly this escapade had turned on its head. Empress Teta to Gala, that was their assignment, and yet so far they'd pretty much traversed half the damn Galaxy on the whims of this senior politician. Oh, they'd been to Gala alright. And Alderaan, and Tion, and Zygerria. Now, deep into the Tingel Arm, they found themselves halting once more. He should have been back home already, he should have been back at the Guild, or studying at the Academy. Instead he had been forced to report back for yet more assignments he could undertake while absent from his school proper.​

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Tash-Taral was perhaps the most inhospitable world he'd stepped foot on thus far. Sure Tion was oceanic, but oceans bore life. Here there seemed to be only sand; technically habitable, sure, but why would anyone wish to spend any extended amount of time here?​

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As they approached the planet Eliphas glanced over the information he'd found in the codex about it, and his suspicions were therein confirmed. No native lifeforms. What a welcoming thought that was. Over the millennia of its existence not a single thing had seen fit to evolve there. No doubt the only moisture it knew was deep, deep below the rolling sands. Maybe down there, away from the frying sun, something had grown. As it stood, only those foolish enough to fight with the world's very nature existed upon its surface in the form of small population hubs.​

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He had expected that they'd be stopping at one of the largest of these hubs, perhaps New Dreshdae or Tashbaan, but as their more specific orders came in as they broke through the planetary atmosphere Eliphas was surprised to discover that couldn't have been furthest from the truth. It was a small, barely named settlement which would be their destination.​

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What in the world was a Tetan Politician doing in a place like this?​

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Several among their crew were told to disembark, and stand guard around the yacht. Among the sand and drudgery of this place, its shiny silver hull was a beacon of wealth and status. "We're heading further inland" the crew was informed, of the politician they had been ferrying and his immediate entourage, "Expect us back two days hence." After tending to his chores, Eliphas slipped on some more heat-appropriate garb, including a mask which covered his lower face against the whipping sands, before proceeding out into the hot dunes.​

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The town ahead of him looked as though it could have been swept away under the first sandstorm it encountered. Metal husks took the form of buildings, weathered and beaten by the elements they had become dull and scuffed. He stuck his hands within the pockets of his collared jacket, feeling the small hold-out blaster tucked within the left. Though his standard issue blaster lay within the holster on his hip, it was a little reassuring to have quicker access to one that was not within plain view.​

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Who knew what he was headed into, after all. This place looked rough.​

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Darth Sorn ​

 

[Darth Sorn]

Or perhaps someone who was unusually strong with the force. Closing his eyes Sorn reached out trying to seek out this power source but it eluded him as though it did not want to be caught. A smirk formed on Sorn's face as the wind picked up, he placed his dark hood close to his head protecting him from the grains of sand that pelted his ebony face. Tash-Taral was warmer than Korriban but still the Dark Side presided within this planet beating to the rhythm of life. Perhaps The Sith Empire losing Korriban in embarrassing fashion was a good thing, there was still so much about this planet that hasn't been discovered. The Warlords of the Sith suck their claim on to this planet immediately after the fall of Korriban, when Sorn left the Empire he vowed to continue his research. Rediscover lost knowledge that the Jedi tried to corral for themselves and then integrate with his own.

When he was a child, Darth Sorn was obsessed with the meaning of life and how to preserve it. Ever since he saw his parents die from a wasting disease, Sorn sought out a way to prolong his own life and become immortal but it wasn't just to become immortal but also increase his power within the Dark Side in ways that has never been seen before. There were many form that the Dark Side has taken place, yet the Sith often chooses the barbaric and the basic. His research has lead him to believe that the Dark Side is pure unadulterated power that only the Sith has scratched the surface. The Sith were not butchers, they were architects who use their power to control and dominate. "The answer is through the midiclorians," He murmured using the force to guide him through the mini sandstorm.

Oh yes, the midiclorians, it was amazing how much power in the force has been contained into a tiny cell. Sorn had yet to master over them but he recent experiments show that he was getting close to achieving it. Through the sandstorm, Sorn saw a small village ahead perhaps it was time to seek shelter and even find what the force was telling him. Power is only gained if one seeks it not just wait for it like the Sith Empire did.

Lief

 

[Lief]

What exactly he was hoping to find in this town, Eliphas could not rightly say.​

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The few other times he'd been granted shore leave during this wayward journey of theirs, he'd sought out centers of knowledge, or soaked in the general atmosphere of a place unlike any other he'd been within. Well, this was certainly unlike anywhere else he had wandered, but it was not hospitable. It was not somewhere that made one wish to explore. Turning full circle he could see only sand for miles.​

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Sand, and the disheveled town. No library here, he figured, no great Guilds or stores holding antiquities and relics. Just every day people, living their ordinary lives. As he walked further through he found that there wasn't even any real shops, either. There was one fairly large storehouse, a few places of work, and a cantina. The rest seemed to be homes.​

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Their population could not have been large, which only led to stares from the few passersby he encountered. He dug his hands further into his pockets, feeling like something of a freak show, and approached the cantina. Perhaps it would not be knowledge from a book, or passed down through time. Perhaps it would be more of a cultural experience for him instead, to find out how those in such inhospitable regions lived.​

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He could only hope that they would accept the credits he'd brought with.​

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Darth Sorn ​

 

[Darth Sorn]

This village is so small,"

Darth Sorn snorted at the sight of this insignificant town, the people moisture farmers from the looks of them eking out a living on the land that holds more secrets and mysteries that their blind lives can barely comprehend. There were only a few buildings, about 20 by his Sorn's initial count, each looking worn down and covered by sand. A Labor Droid specifically an ASP-Series Labor Droid nearly bumped into the Sith Lord. Annoyed he gave the droid a dark stare and noticed that his neck was sparking with electricity. "Apologies my lord," he said. "With winds picking up at dangerous speeds it is getting tougher for my sensors to indicate movement.

At least the Droid showed manners, he was five seconds way from being reduced to scrap metal. Something that Sorn could scavenge to make gauntlets, based on Sorn's observations he had fresh durasteel. How a small village like this could afford such a Droid is a mystery. They've likely scavenged somewhere. Sorn gave a nod looking at the haggard faces of the locals, he sighed they needed help and what he learned over the years of traveling if you give a person a crumb then they'll worship the ground you walk on.

Perhaps when he comes back, he can give them cures for any diseases they might have or even give life to this force forsaken land. It'll be nice to have a fresh hand of servants to do his bidding even experiment on as well. He headed for the Cantina and was greeted by a blast of cool air, it was about time there was air conditioning in this awful village and the music wasn't half bad as well.


The Sith Lord also sensed a disturbance in the force this time it was as strong as it ever was. "What do you want?" Sorn muttered approaching the table. "Give me a Malt," he whispered to the bartender slapping a credit chit on the table.

Lief