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Temple of the Sith
It called to him.
The Behemoth's voyage was inspired by more than mere curiosity. Korriban beckoned like an inferno before a moth - captivating every fiber of Malok's being. It tugged at his very soul...his anger...his hatred...it all beseeched him to make the journey across the stars. Malok obeyed, and in but the span of hours, his shuttle thundered forth from Hyperspace. The red planet was beautiful beyond words. His amber eyes grew wide as a sense of wholeness washed over him - a sense of going home. Excitement burned within the pit of his stomach, spurning him to eagerly guide the ship downward. He surged through the atmosphere, glided over the canyons and valleys, before settling down upon sandy ground.
His heavy footsteps thundered down the ramp until he set foot upon the Sith homeworld.
He drew a breath - there was Darkness here. It was in the air, in the soil...It did not push him away. No. It beckoned him further: to lose himself in its endless embrace. The Behemoth obeyed and trudged forward, armed (for once) by only the borrowed saber which clung to his waist. Malok paid no heed to the passage of time, nor did he place any care upon the direction he headed. All that mattered was following the persistent tug of Darkness upon his being...and it led him to towering stones. On either side, rock formations stood proud in the air: a passage which led to...somewhere.
Perhaps it was a tomb or temple that awaited at the end, and Malok was eager to discover which. So, with vigor in each step, the Behemoth made his way deeper into the passage...woefully unaware of whose den he had trespassed.
[member="Anaya Fen"]
Temple of the Sith
It called to him.
The Behemoth's voyage was inspired by more than mere curiosity. Korriban beckoned like an inferno before a moth - captivating every fiber of Malok's being. It tugged at his very soul...his anger...his hatred...it all beseeched him to make the journey across the stars. Malok obeyed, and in but the span of hours, his shuttle thundered forth from Hyperspace. The red planet was beautiful beyond words. His amber eyes grew wide as a sense of wholeness washed over him - a sense of going home. Excitement burned within the pit of his stomach, spurning him to eagerly guide the ship downward. He surged through the atmosphere, glided over the canyons and valleys, before settling down upon sandy ground.
His heavy footsteps thundered down the ramp until he set foot upon the Sith homeworld.
He drew a breath - there was Darkness here. It was in the air, in the soil...It did not push him away. No. It beckoned him further: to lose himself in its endless embrace. The Behemoth obeyed and trudged forward, armed (for once) by only the borrowed saber which clung to his waist. Malok paid no heed to the passage of time, nor did he place any care upon the direction he headed. All that mattered was following the persistent tug of Darkness upon his being...and it led him to towering stones. On either side, rock formations stood proud in the air: a passage which led to...somewhere.
Perhaps it was a tomb or temple that awaited at the end, and Malok was eager to discover which. So, with vigor in each step, the Behemoth made his way deeper into the passage...woefully unaware of whose den he had trespassed.
[member="Anaya Fen"]
