Darth Morsus
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The Kaleesh, with the aide of his cybernetic enhancements managed to complete the physical training exercises in a total of 7 minutes on the dot. The warrior-in-training was barely fatigued by the ordeal before lining back up with the other Acolytes. Once they all completed their task and where dismissed by Sinestra, the Kaleesh would silently head for his quarters. He had no desire to go sight-seeing and was here strictly for training purposes. The automatic door to the living quarters slid open vertically and granted access to the pitch black room. The Kaleesh's eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness of the room, where he could identify a bed with finely woven red silk sheets and gold accents.
The room was rather cold, but he felt little thanks to the insulating nature of his leather and hide clothing. He would look around the room which appeared to be a dull grey in the pitch blackness. He could make out intricately designed girders and columns in the corners and walls of the suite. The room felt like something a noble or someone of high status would be given to rest in, not a mere untrained acolyte. Despite this, he found the room to be....pleasing, and serene.
The Kaleesh sat down on the foot of the bed, making himself comfortable as he placed his right hand on his face and firmly grasped the edges of his mask with his fingertips before pulling the Karabak bone mask off entirely. There was no risk of his face being seen, as the lights where out, his head was largely obscured by his hood, and the other Acolytes where out and about. He would hold the mask with both hands, staring into the empty eye holes. Suddenly the mask in his hands began to change; becoming more slender and sporting two black lines below the eye holes. Flanking the sides of the mask where two ear-like antennae which made the mask look vaguely like the face of an unmasked Kaleesh. He blinked rapidly, startled by what he saw. However upon looking at the mask again, it looked no different than when he took it off a few moments ago.
The Kaleesh shook his head and placed his right hand on his forehead. At times he felt burdened by the constant thoughts and hallucinations that invaded his consciousness, but it was a burden he accepted as part of his journey to achieve his ultimate destiny, and be reborn. The warrior turned the mask over and gently placed it back on his face until it fit snugly. He would then rest his arms on his lap and simply wait until called upon....
The room was rather cold, but he felt little thanks to the insulating nature of his leather and hide clothing. He would look around the room which appeared to be a dull grey in the pitch blackness. He could make out intricately designed girders and columns in the corners and walls of the suite. The room felt like something a noble or someone of high status would be given to rest in, not a mere untrained acolyte. Despite this, he found the room to be....pleasing, and serene.
The Kaleesh sat down on the foot of the bed, making himself comfortable as he placed his right hand on his face and firmly grasped the edges of his mask with his fingertips before pulling the Karabak bone mask off entirely. There was no risk of his face being seen, as the lights where out, his head was largely obscured by his hood, and the other Acolytes where out and about. He would hold the mask with both hands, staring into the empty eye holes. Suddenly the mask in his hands began to change; becoming more slender and sporting two black lines below the eye holes. Flanking the sides of the mask where two ear-like antennae which made the mask look vaguely like the face of an unmasked Kaleesh. He blinked rapidly, startled by what he saw. However upon looking at the mask again, it looked no different than when he took it off a few moments ago.
The Kaleesh shook his head and placed his right hand on his forehead. At times he felt burdened by the constant thoughts and hallucinations that invaded his consciousness, but it was a burden he accepted as part of his journey to achieve his ultimate destiny, and be reborn. The warrior turned the mask over and gently placed it back on his face until it fit snugly. He would then rest his arms on his lap and simply wait until called upon....