The Doom that Came to Roon

[Darth Carnifex]

// Outer Rim Territories \\​

Abrion Sector; The Cloak of the Sith, Roon System, Roon​

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A lone traveler crossed the arid, bone-scattered plains of the Bantha Graveyard as the fleeting light of the twilight sun descended upon the horizon, casting grim shadows throughout every skeleton that laced the vast expanse. Each gust of the dry sand-swept wind unveiled a new victim of the wasteland, a new monument of bone hidden beneath the ever shifting sand and dirt, but they were not the only edifices of death that littered the Graveyard. Among the bones of a thousand thousand Banthas were the torn ruins of starships that had been laid low by the planet's interference with navigational systems, many of them thousands of years old and prowled through by the hungry beasts that prey on any creature, or wayward traveler, that happens to get lost in the Graveyard.

Yet the steered clear of this man, this lone specter, as he slowly made his way over the myriad of bones and wrecked hulks. He heaved himself up with the aid of a three meter long cane made of writhing black scales, although by the looks of him one wouldn't think that he required such an aid. A heavy shroud concealed his body from the biting sands and the unrelenting rays of the planet's singular sun, yet with every gust the veil would be lifted and one could see baleful armor plating hiding behind the black cloak.

He rose above an outcropping of weathered rock, and cast his gaze down upon a gully that had once, many eons ago, been the site of a fast-running river that at some point in time had dried up to leave behind eroded stone. With a single leap he descended into the ravine, landing deftly upon the ground with an echoing thud. He surveyed his surroundings, and as he did so the cane that he had used to aid his traversal of the Graveyard suddenly lost its rigidity and coiled up inside of his cloak like a snake.

This was good, this would be the spot.

He found a level enough spot to plop himself down, crossed his legs in a meditative stance, and activated a beacon honed to specifically alert [member="Vengeance"] of his position. He had laid down the gauntlet to this wayward son of Korriban many moons ago, and had only know achieved the means of reaching this most secluded of places to engage him in a duel.

Now he would wait, and he would prepare.

 

[Kenrath]

The beacon woke Vengeance from his sleep..............or at least his pilot telling him about the beacon did. Vengeance sighed. He was getting tired of this................getting tired of blasts from the past interrupting his peaceful solitude. So far two out of the three times this had happened it was Lords of the fallen One Sith empire giving speeches about how they were the true blah blah blah and would fix the mistakes made by the One Sith and create a bigger and better Empire of the Sith.

You would think people would be smart enough to realize exile meant Vengeance really did not care about Empires or titles or anything else for that matter. Giving another sigh Vengeance had his pilot make the needed course corrections. May as well go see what the fuss was about. With any luck it would be similar to when he old friend Ferus' daughter had sought him out. A little conversation, a little light sparing, and then he could go back to training Anya and raising his new family.

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However much later to make sense.


A single freight touched down down a few hundred meters from where [member="Darth Carnifex"] was waiting. It set down and shut down the ramp lowering as Vengeance made his way down it. He wore dark robes his hood for the moment concealing most of his face, the Obsidian saber clipped to his waist. At the bottom of the ramp he paused looking at his host. An area in the middle of nowhere with no one around. Figured.................nowhere to be rescued quick and nobody around the see you fall. So much for theatrical Sith. It reminded him of the encounter with Asajj but some how looking at the man waiting he doubted it would be the same.


Vengeance made his way over stopping a few feet from the man. Once he stopped his hands clasped loosely behind his back his feet shoulder width apart but one foot a few inches behind the other. His shoulders mostly squared on the man.

"You called?"