Sinya Kairn
Character
Khar Delba
The wind howled, and Sinya Kairn pulled the flimsy cloak he'd been given tighter around himself in a futile attempt to retain some measure of warmth. The only moon of the frozen world Khar Delba was similarly bleak and inhospitable, and were it not for the ruins present, there would have been no reason for him, or anyone else for that matter, to ever come here. Hoth was a vacation spot by comparison, and as if some cosmic force had decided that the frozen moon wasn't miserable enough, it never saw sunlight due to it's parent planet's position around it's star.
Still, Sinya had come, because he had no choice. He'd been given a change of clothes, a small amount of survival rations, and a flimsy, one man shuttle that looked as if it was held together primarily by hope, and told to Make yourself useful and find something you can use among the ruins.
As it turned out, Khar Delba had not always been deserted. Millenia in the past, a Sith Lord had apparently built the stronghold that he had just landed on, which had long since fallen into ruins. Other than the fact that Sith ruins sometimes held items of value, Sinya had no clue what he was supposed to be finding, though he'd also been told that Nobody will waste their time training you until you train yourself, so personally he was hoping for a manual. A how-to holotape. He'd even take a pamphlet if it meant he could go somewhere warm again.
He didn't know who had inhabited the citadel, but what was left of it was impressive, even though the walls had holes in them, the stairs were cracked and missing in places, and most of it had appeared from the air to have long since been deprived of a roof. Which meant that he was unlikely to find warmth inside either.
Cursing the day he'd been found by the Sith, he began to trudge up the ancient steps.
The wind howled, and Sinya Kairn pulled the flimsy cloak he'd been given tighter around himself in a futile attempt to retain some measure of warmth. The only moon of the frozen world Khar Delba was similarly bleak and inhospitable, and were it not for the ruins present, there would have been no reason for him, or anyone else for that matter, to ever come here. Hoth was a vacation spot by comparison, and as if some cosmic force had decided that the frozen moon wasn't miserable enough, it never saw sunlight due to it's parent planet's position around it's star.
Still, Sinya had come, because he had no choice. He'd been given a change of clothes, a small amount of survival rations, and a flimsy, one man shuttle that looked as if it was held together primarily by hope, and told to Make yourself useful and find something you can use among the ruins.
As it turned out, Khar Delba had not always been deserted. Millenia in the past, a Sith Lord had apparently built the stronghold that he had just landed on, which had long since fallen into ruins. Other than the fact that Sith ruins sometimes held items of value, Sinya had no clue what he was supposed to be finding, though he'd also been told that Nobody will waste their time training you until you train yourself, so personally he was hoping for a manual. A how-to holotape. He'd even take a pamphlet if it meant he could go somewhere warm again.
He didn't know who had inhabited the citadel, but what was left of it was impressive, even though the walls had holes in them, the stairs were cracked and missing in places, and most of it had appeared from the air to have long since been deprived of a roof. Which meant that he was unlikely to find warmth inside either.
Cursing the day he'd been found by the Sith, he began to trudge up the ancient steps.