Jason Mason
Character
Korriban
The shuttle was filled with the new recruits for the growing Sith brotherhood. There was always more need for new soldiers to fight and die. There was aliens that Jason had never seen before, and it seemed no one wanted to speak. The silence had remained for the entire trip, no one spoke as they all had the same feeling. Nothing had to be said between the people on the shuttle. It was clear once they landed each and every one of them would be gunning for a position and the best way to do that was to cut down the competition. When the shuttle began to shutter everyone knew, the time for planning and scheming was almost over. Even if they were all still new they could all feel the darkness that they approached. It was a stench no one could ignore, a heavy sensation of evil was going to devour them. Those that felt scared would find themselves in a grave while any who fully embraced it would find themselves with power. These were just some of the words the Sith had told him when he was informed of his affinity to the Force.
"Welcome incomers, you shall be arriving to Korriban within a hour." The voice spoke through the shuttle speakers, sending a wave through the new Sith.
Some began to tap their feet on the floor, a few began to pray, and those that actually had some understanding of the Force started to channel the dark side feeding on the fear. Jason could almost feel the fear coming off the people. Yet he knew next to nothing about the Force, it left him feeling alone. He knew that the people responisble for his families death was the Sith, but it wasn't as if he cared much about the rest of the galaxy. The only way for him to get anything was with power and he could see only the Sith truly had that. But he looked out the window of the shuttle, as he waited for it to land thinking of plans on getting through this training.
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One Hour Later
Jason had gotten off the shuttle and provided with a few tools for his time on Korriban. A standard lightsaber for his personal use. No doubt it once belong to another Sith that either didn't make it or got rid of it when it became useless. The last time he saw this kind of blade was when he was taken from his family. It felt completely different then he thought. Less weight yet there was something in it that wanted him to use it against someone.
"So this is it." He was told that he would be given a room and a schedule so he could learn how to channel the Force, use a blade and other skills that he lacked.
So far he had just thought it was the source of the power of the Sith. But the longer he held onto the blade, Jason started to realize it wasn't anything but a tool. Walking through the academy he had time before he needed to show up for his first class. The halls were filled with power, even someone untrained like him could sense it.
For him this was too much. For right now he was just going through motions wondering and wasn't paying to much attention to where he was going.
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