[OPEN] The start of a long path.

[Yaadri Osi-Yyn]

Dromund Kaas​

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The wind was howling in the wasteland of the remains of Dromund Kaas, before a loud crack could be heard as a ship would enter through the clouds, and land in an opening. Steam would rise from the left side of the ship as the door would swing open vertically as it hits the ground, and the steps sling out from the inside of the ship.

A bright light would emit from the ship, before the tall Nelvaan would take a step out of the ship, crouching under the door as he clearly to large to fit through the door, eventually stepping out onto the metal stairs.

As his large feet clunk down onto each of the steps and finally down onto the ground his head would twist in a 360 degree motion as he scans the horizon, he would flick his ears forwards as he emits a growl from his nuzzle. A crack from a firearm would be heard from the mist in front of him. His deep, masculine voice would quietly whisper out in the wilderness.

"Dromund... Kas-"

He is stopped as another blaster shot is heard, he simultaneously snaps his head to the direction of the shot, blinking his eyelids shut a few times, before unholstering his spear and making his way through the through the wasteland slowly. Every know and again stopping to take in his surroundings letting out a grunt, before continuing on.

OOC: Trying to use this as a way of getting my character into a faction, so if someone would be willing to show up and well convince my tough guy to come with you. I'd appreciate it.

 

[Yaadri Osi-Yyn]

The Nelvaanian would continue to scuttle across the wasteland with spear in hand, searching and hunting for these continuous blaster shots coming from behind the fog. This was not his homeworld. He had never hunted anywhere else in the galaxy, let alone in a completely different environment. He was forced to adapt his abilities to track down these distinct shots coming from the mist. He would parse his lips to speak, before quickly stopping himself as a figure began to move on his left.

He immediately would drop to the ground, crawling into one of the cracks in the ground, clawing his hands into the wall as he remained in the crack. He would flick his ears, attempting to listen carefully from inside the hole.

"EL-Sixteen, standard manufacture."

He grumbled out of his mouth, as he sniffed the air with his nose. Before clawing himself out of the crack towards the surface, he would pause towards the top, sticking his head out and looking around for the figure - too see who, or what it was.

 

[Yaadri Osi-Yyn]

His head poked out, would remain for a few moments before he would pull himself out effortlessly as he gathers to his feet, his ears twitch as a loud scream is heard directly from the direction he came. Instinctively, he began to sprint towards the scream - the small amount of good in him prevailing over his shattered mind - pausing a few inches before the lifeless twi'lek lay blood spilling out of her stomach, as she had been ripped open.

Honas'di would gingerly move closer, inspecting the woman's face, frowning slightly, shaking his head. He would raise his spear above her face, about to end her misery. She would speak up, coughing up blood as she spoke.

"Le- Leave. I- go, t- to Sith, One S- Sith."

He would take in her words, before giving a firm nod. He would plunge his spear through her forehead, instantly ending her life. Putting her out of her pain. He would stare down to her body, before a distinct burning flesh smell would emit from her corpse, forcing Honas'di to turn, being confronted by a hooded figure charging towards him.

"Halt!" Honas'di would screech towards the oncoming man.

With no prevail, the Nelvaanian's fighting style opening stance would kick in. Before he would dash to the right, charging forwards, directly behind the man, and then swiping his spear around in an 180 degree spin, aiming for the target's shins. The swipe would knock the man off his feet. Honas'di would then step closer, stamping his gigantic foot onto the man's chest.

 

[Yaadri Osi-Yyn]

The angered Nelvaanian, would stare down onto the man, before using his spear to pull back the hood of the man, to reveal it was a droid. Honas'di would frown, before slashing the spear into the droid's chest before dragging it upwards through its head. Shutting it down.

"Droids... why in Skajall's name is there a droid here."

He would narrow his stare around himself, his ears flicking forwards as he inspected the fog attempting to tell a figure in it. Before, stamping his foot off the remains of the droid's head. Walking off into the fog back towards his ship. One of the voices in his head would break through once more, calling to him.

"Do it, Honas'di... go to the academy on Glee Anselm, do what you're destined to become. A sith."

The voice beckoned him to go to Glee Anselm, and with one brief nod he wandered back up the steps before crouching under the door entering his ship and typing in the direction path to Glee Anselm.