Dracus Mor
Character
Dracus leaned back in his chair as his starfighter drifted through a calm patch of open space. He admired his most recent score. A cortosis weaved short blade. He had obtained the material along with some other rarities from a mysterious box in an even more mysterious encounter.
He wished he had stayed longer to see how it all played out. Encountering two immensely powerful darksiders was not an everyday occurrence...Dracus felt something had been drawing him to the secrets the dark side holds.
Ever since his exile Dracus has had no purpose. Only emptiness. Scoring credits to survive with no drive. He wanted more.
As his mind wandered something drew his attention. That feeling was back. Power. He could sense it nearby and a lot of it. Dracus closed his eyes and trusted his senses following the trail to the crashed starship.
As he exited his starship, Dracus strapped his new blade to his back, primed his blaster before holstering it, and primed a medium grade sniper rifle.
It did not take long for Dracus to find the beacon of anger and power flowing through the otherwise empty space. The two men were engaged in a fierce battle, energies and magic soaring from their fingertips.
It was as if Dracus was watching the tales his tribe told around the campfire played out in front of him. The young Zabrak’s wonder caused him to pause for a moment truly distracted by the splendor before him.
Dracus gathered his bearings, taking cover behind some wreckage and looking through his scope.
The man screaming and sending lightning seemed like the threat here. Perhaps the other one whom held the glowing blades Dracus had heard tales of as a boy could teach him more if this...power he sensed.
As Kavessk released his rage at Ravenous Dracus pulled the trigger, sending a sniper round directly towards his chest.
He wished he had stayed longer to see how it all played out. Encountering two immensely powerful darksiders was not an everyday occurrence...Dracus felt something had been drawing him to the secrets the dark side holds.
Ever since his exile Dracus has had no purpose. Only emptiness. Scoring credits to survive with no drive. He wanted more.
As his mind wandered something drew his attention. That feeling was back. Power. He could sense it nearby and a lot of it. Dracus closed his eyes and trusted his senses following the trail to the crashed starship.
As he exited his starship, Dracus strapped his new blade to his back, primed his blaster before holstering it, and primed a medium grade sniper rifle.
It did not take long for Dracus to find the beacon of anger and power flowing through the otherwise empty space. The two men were engaged in a fierce battle, energies and magic soaring from their fingertips.
It was as if Dracus was watching the tales his tribe told around the campfire played out in front of him. The young Zabrak’s wonder caused him to pause for a moment truly distracted by the splendor before him.
Dracus gathered his bearings, taking cover behind some wreckage and looking through his scope.
The man screaming and sending lightning seemed like the threat here. Perhaps the other one whom held the glowing blades Dracus had heard tales of as a boy could teach him more if this...power he sensed.
As Kavessk released his rage at Ravenous Dracus pulled the trigger, sending a sniper round directly towards his chest.