Lord Commander
A Long time ago... in a Galaxy far far away...
Well... Midvinter specifically.
A little piece of Atrisia was carved out in the wilderness of the cold planet, a dojo where the men could train, where Mythos could focus and hone his skills to keep up with the lack of the force that was taken from him by the grandmaster. The men of the Jar-Kai had returned months ago from their last mission but their training and constant honing of mind and body never ended. Now they had a new captain, a man unlike any other to lead the elite warriors into a new age of their development into master assassins. It was a cold day like every single day in Midvinter, they stirred up trouble over the galaxy but never here... absolutely not in the land of the Valkyri. Here was a place of focus, a place where the body could be honed into hard metal, where weapons were made handcrafted by the men who would use them taking mastery into the creation of every bolt and screw and electronic part into perfection.
The dojo... was much more than it seemed. Below was the cavern. Mythos was always a fan of waterfalls, but there was something about the freezing cold water that burned into the skin, after a while one tuned out the pain and suffering of the elements, he found a state of focus and meditation that needed not the power of the darkside. The mind of Mythos thought back to every strike given to him by wood sword in training, the mark still upon his back, the busted lip still open and irritated... but he felt no pain out of sheer training by the Atrisian style of meditation. It had been seventeen hours since he last had any sleep or any food... he heard the drop of a single icicle beside him and as if on instinct the black blade of his lightsaber ignited and came to rest upon the neck of his captain... who only smiled.
"You are getting slow Lee..." He said, not opening his eyes and shutting the blade off. His lightsaber already began showing signs of ware and torn, it was to be expected from a weapon that had taken a thousand lives.
"You are not as fast as you think, My Lord." His Captain responded with a sly tone that was quickly becoming characteristic, he strolled forward over the water, his heels never touching the pool and casually tossing forth a metallic ball who hovered upon the icy waters of the pool beneath the dojo with tiny little jets before opening up in a pad that lit up with electronic hardware.... Hand Crafted Data pads, all the rage with the men these days.
The fog and steam of it's brazen cold and moist air permeated the shine of the pool as if magical in nature, drops from the stone ceiling that still held the Valkyr carvings of a thousand years before dropped almost ominously into the pool sending slight ripples in the water that dissipated in the steam. The light of the sphere lighted up in a three dimensional hologram depicting a series of coding before igniting in images. Now Mythos did open his eyes.
"Did you find them?" Mythos asked, the water still beating upon his bare back, almost healing his spirit and cleaning the blood of enemies from his soul, his tone was changed, his beard grew long and unkempt as his eyes steeled into the images of what looked to be a factory of Techno Union origin.
"No, they keep their trail clean... but..." A smile curved upon the Captains lips as he fixed the holo projector on a single frequency from the planet of Ruusan. Mythos, impatient as always clenched his knuckles in anticipation as the image became clearer upon the stale, almost un-moving pool of water. There it was, slight distorted images of an apparent conflict in Ruusan. Mythos shrugged his, now, broad and muscled shoulders indifferently at the sight.
"So the Techno Union collapses upon it's own weight and the Sith come to eat upon it like birds of pray, what use is this to me? Have you found blackwaters trail yet?"
The captain did not say a word, he simply smiled and gestured to the image chanel option now open in the holoprojector. There it was... clear signs of the highest Sith Hierarchy in motion as well as... something different. Starfighters, troop movements not following protocol of either Techno Union military of Sith involvement.
Mythos clicked his tongue in contemplation, there was a third party here. Not Sith and not Techno Union, something did not fit in this contingency and it unnerved him deeply, without the force it nagged at his sense of cohesion, his sense of everything being in place... Yet the Captain seemed a lot more confident in this than Mythos and his body language upon the icily stone, boot by boot as he walked up to his Emperor, showed it.
"Our sources say this is the best bet we have to finding BW's trail, i think we should go take a look"
There was a silence as the holoprojector closed, became a metallic ball and came back to Lee's hand... Mythos breathed hard and stood as slow as a rising mountain from the waterfall and the cold beat harder as the breeze slapped his chest and face. Slowly he turned to his captain, thoughts racing in his head; locations, positions, logistics, equations of tactics and combat almost as fast as the holoprojector.
"So be it.... we need some play either way... assemble the men in the armory."
Well... Midvinter specifically.
A little piece of Atrisia was carved out in the wilderness of the cold planet, a dojo where the men could train, where Mythos could focus and hone his skills to keep up with the lack of the force that was taken from him by the grandmaster. The men of the Jar-Kai had returned months ago from their last mission but their training and constant honing of mind and body never ended. Now they had a new captain, a man unlike any other to lead the elite warriors into a new age of their development into master assassins. It was a cold day like every single day in Midvinter, they stirred up trouble over the galaxy but never here... absolutely not in the land of the Valkyri. Here was a place of focus, a place where the body could be honed into hard metal, where weapons were made handcrafted by the men who would use them taking mastery into the creation of every bolt and screw and electronic part into perfection.
The dojo... was much more than it seemed. Below was the cavern. Mythos was always a fan of waterfalls, but there was something about the freezing cold water that burned into the skin, after a while one tuned out the pain and suffering of the elements, he found a state of focus and meditation that needed not the power of the darkside. The mind of Mythos thought back to every strike given to him by wood sword in training, the mark still upon his back, the busted lip still open and irritated... but he felt no pain out of sheer training by the Atrisian style of meditation. It had been seventeen hours since he last had any sleep or any food... he heard the drop of a single icicle beside him and as if on instinct the black blade of his lightsaber ignited and came to rest upon the neck of his captain... who only smiled.
"You are getting slow Lee..." He said, not opening his eyes and shutting the blade off. His lightsaber already began showing signs of ware and torn, it was to be expected from a weapon that had taken a thousand lives.
"You are not as fast as you think, My Lord." His Captain responded with a sly tone that was quickly becoming characteristic, he strolled forward over the water, his heels never touching the pool and casually tossing forth a metallic ball who hovered upon the icy waters of the pool beneath the dojo with tiny little jets before opening up in a pad that lit up with electronic hardware.... Hand Crafted Data pads, all the rage with the men these days.
The fog and steam of it's brazen cold and moist air permeated the shine of the pool as if magical in nature, drops from the stone ceiling that still held the Valkyr carvings of a thousand years before dropped almost ominously into the pool sending slight ripples in the water that dissipated in the steam. The light of the sphere lighted up in a three dimensional hologram depicting a series of coding before igniting in images. Now Mythos did open his eyes.
"Did you find them?" Mythos asked, the water still beating upon his bare back, almost healing his spirit and cleaning the blood of enemies from his soul, his tone was changed, his beard grew long and unkempt as his eyes steeled into the images of what looked to be a factory of Techno Union origin.
"No, they keep their trail clean... but..." A smile curved upon the Captains lips as he fixed the holo projector on a single frequency from the planet of Ruusan. Mythos, impatient as always clenched his knuckles in anticipation as the image became clearer upon the stale, almost un-moving pool of water. There it was, slight distorted images of an apparent conflict in Ruusan. Mythos shrugged his, now, broad and muscled shoulders indifferently at the sight.
"So the Techno Union collapses upon it's own weight and the Sith come to eat upon it like birds of pray, what use is this to me? Have you found blackwaters trail yet?"
The captain did not say a word, he simply smiled and gestured to the image chanel option now open in the holoprojector. There it was... clear signs of the highest Sith Hierarchy in motion as well as... something different. Starfighters, troop movements not following protocol of either Techno Union military of Sith involvement.
Mythos clicked his tongue in contemplation, there was a third party here. Not Sith and not Techno Union, something did not fit in this contingency and it unnerved him deeply, without the force it nagged at his sense of cohesion, his sense of everything being in place... Yet the Captain seemed a lot more confident in this than Mythos and his body language upon the icily stone, boot by boot as he walked up to his Emperor, showed it.
"Our sources say this is the best bet we have to finding BW's trail, i think we should go take a look"
There was a silence as the holoprojector closed, became a metallic ball and came back to Lee's hand... Mythos breathed hard and stood as slow as a rising mountain from the waterfall and the cold beat harder as the breeze slapped his chest and face. Slowly he turned to his captain, thoughts racing in his head; locations, positions, logistics, equations of tactics and combat almost as fast as the holoprojector.
"So be it.... we need some play either way... assemble the men in the armory."
