Froste
Lord of Despair
In space near Anaxes, on board Darth Roth's personal ship.
Slowly, Cole's yellowing eyes began to open. He was sat leaning against his cot, his battle-worn mask lay on the ground at his fingertips. Sat in silence, the Knight recalled his dream. It brought him back to the point in time when he was most powerful.
Once again a Knight of the One Sith, Darth Roth stood in the command center. He was with his superiors and his old master, Konrad. Cole broke the silence, laying out his intricate battle plan. He received the approval of Konrad, and thus the plan was set forth.
The next thing the Knight knew, he was on the battlefield, leading the charge. Blasters were going off left and right, whizzing past his head as he ran forward. Soon enough, Roth and his men reached the battle. Cole cut through grunts until he found the enemy general. He was incredibly similar to Cole, and without any dark side corruption. It did not take long for them to clash. Cole struck high, and his doppelganger blocked. The doppelganger lunged and Cole parried. Their dance lasted for what felt like eternity, and that was when Cole awoke.
Just like that, he was back aboard his ship. His poorly maintained ship, with barely enough crew to keep it running. He thought back to when the ship was in her prime, filled with experienced personnel and housed his battalion. But those days were long gone, and now his personal battalion had shrunk to the size of a stretched out company. The bright side, the Knight supposed, was that those who were left were loyal and seasoned.
With a sigh, Cole rose to his feet. He reached to pick up his mask. After a short stare, he set it upon the table next to his cot. The Fallen General then turned and exited his quarters, making way for the bridge. His bridge crew sat bored when he entered, and they all turned their heads, expected a command. "Take us to Csilla." The command was short and simple. Cole didn't bother explain why he wanted to go to Csilla, but his crew would perform the action anyway. Hopefully, Cole still had a few friends on the planet that might help him get back into fighting shape.
Slowly, Cole's yellowing eyes began to open. He was sat leaning against his cot, his battle-worn mask lay on the ground at his fingertips. Sat in silence, the Knight recalled his dream. It brought him back to the point in time when he was most powerful.
Once again a Knight of the One Sith, Darth Roth stood in the command center. He was with his superiors and his old master, Konrad. Cole broke the silence, laying out his intricate battle plan. He received the approval of Konrad, and thus the plan was set forth.
The next thing the Knight knew, he was on the battlefield, leading the charge. Blasters were going off left and right, whizzing past his head as he ran forward. Soon enough, Roth and his men reached the battle. Cole cut through grunts until he found the enemy general. He was incredibly similar to Cole, and without any dark side corruption. It did not take long for them to clash. Cole struck high, and his doppelganger blocked. The doppelganger lunged and Cole parried. Their dance lasted for what felt like eternity, and that was when Cole awoke.
Just like that, he was back aboard his ship. His poorly maintained ship, with barely enough crew to keep it running. He thought back to when the ship was in her prime, filled with experienced personnel and housed his battalion. But those days were long gone, and now his personal battalion had shrunk to the size of a stretched out company. The bright side, the Knight supposed, was that those who were left were loyal and seasoned.
With a sigh, Cole rose to his feet. He reached to pick up his mask. After a short stare, he set it upon the table next to his cot. The Fallen General then turned and exited his quarters, making way for the bridge. His bridge crew sat bored when he entered, and they all turned their heads, expected a command. "Take us to Csilla." The command was short and simple. Cole didn't bother explain why he wanted to go to Csilla, but his crew would perform the action anyway. Hopefully, Cole still had a few friends on the planet that might help him get back into fighting shape.
