Among numerous other dropship, the Sith transport descended upon the capital of Sith Space, there to return those who had recently fought in the defence of their Emperors will, and for the safe-keeping of the Empire's territories within the Northern Regions of Space. Among them, however, from the turmoil of war, the most unexpected of newcomers stood alongside the battle-worn yet dutiful and proud legion, Valen, who stood oddly out of place in the scene. A report had been sent ahead of their return, the newcomer having volunteered to return with them, as one of them.
It wasn't unheard of for new recruits to be drawn to the Empire through the invasion of hostile forces, oftentimes civilians who had lost their homes, their cities waged in conflict and ravaged to the core might seek to join the Imperial Might out of a renewed sense of patriotism. Some out of vengeance for their loved ones, and others with nothing left but to give their lives to the cause so that others might not have to. Valen, however, was none of these things...-He was searching for something else entirely.
The boy was young, just going on eighteen years and looking the part. His training was limited, having only a year under his belt and yet to acquire proper control over the Force, his presence would be openly felt by those who were Force Sensitive. His knowledge of the Sith Empire was just as limited, learned from the bias of the Jedi and not particularly a proven point of view as he had only seen the cruelty of the Disciples of Typhojem, which was a cultist movement outside of the Empire.
For the time being, Valen would go where he was told, led to where the other newer Acolytes and Apprentices under the Empire were trained. Dromund Kaas was entirely foreign to him, and while that may change with time, for now, he had little to go on but the guidance of those superior in rank and form.
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