Olom Grihk
Sith Munchkin
Dagobah System, mid-afternoon.
Olom grinned. The Columi mastermind had landed on this old swamp planet drawn to some darkness here in the force. The wood here wasn't as warped as the Felucian wilds, but the weather was nicer. Humid, muggy, slightly lower than average gravity, albeit not as low as his homeworld. This wasn't his home planet per se, but it would be a decent place to settle for the time being.
He had brought what he could here. A few weather-proofed labor droids, some tools, and his own cleverness. He had landed his ship in a small, but stable rock outcrop. And now, he was meditating. He would focus. He would find the darkness that lingered on this planet, and train within it. He would become more here, with or without the politics of the former empire aimed to destroy him. He blinked as he swore he sensed something. Bah, let whomever come. After all, what had he to fear from this planet?
Olom grinned. The Columi mastermind had landed on this old swamp planet drawn to some darkness here in the force. The wood here wasn't as warped as the Felucian wilds, but the weather was nicer. Humid, muggy, slightly lower than average gravity, albeit not as low as his homeworld. This wasn't his home planet per se, but it would be a decent place to settle for the time being.
He had brought what he could here. A few weather-proofed labor droids, some tools, and his own cleverness. He had landed his ship in a small, but stable rock outcrop. And now, he was meditating. He would focus. He would find the darkness that lingered on this planet, and train within it. He would become more here, with or without the politics of the former empire aimed to destroy him. He blinked as he swore he sensed something. Bah, let whomever come. After all, what had he to fear from this planet?