Where The Stars Are Born (Rugs)

[Isan]

Isan sat quietly upon the steps of the temple. It had been two days since he and Nieraan had met upon the mountain peak. Since they had agreed to travel together. What they hoped for Isan was not sure. However he did know that they must serve the Bogan. The darkside must be cultivated to allow the proper change in the galaxy.


A gleam in the distance caught Isan's attention and he raised his eyes toward the source. The figure was only a shadow at first as it appeared on the horizon. Though Isan already knew it was Nieraan approaching.


He stood lifting a large back onto his back. He wore only the loose shirt and comfortable pants that were his usual. About his neck the Eye of Bogan hang as a sign of his faith in service to the cause.

His dark eyes stayed focused on the figure as he moved to meet Nieraan. The large back on his shoulders jarred in an unnatural way. His only supplies were the cadavers of his sacrafices. It was perhaps not as many as he would have taken, though he felt this was a time for fast. He decided to leave it in the hands of the Bogan as to his survival. It had nurtured him before and he was intent to push the limits of survival with only a bowl of blood soup when he was at his weakest.

[Rugs]

(I don't know how I kept overlooking this. My apologies}

After two days of preparation, the time had come to meet up with Isan and head off into the Galaxy. Nieraan still wasn't entirely sure of what he thought about the priest, or whatever it was that Isan was. He was wary, he knew that much. Then again, he was wary of damn near every Sith in the Temple, so Isan wasn't so different.

Even so, he'd decided to accompany the man on his trip out into the stars. It was a chance to get away from the Temple for a while, and if he was lucky, maybe find a bit of action against some Jedi somewhere. Not that he cared much about the conflict with the Jedi, but a fight was a fight, and he loved a good fight.

Most of his stuff was already on the ship he'd picked out for them. He wasn't taking much anyway. Just some supplies to last them for the journey and some extra clothes, and a bit of credits. Beyond that, he had everything else he needed in the Force and his lightsabers.

He'd agreed to meet with Isan at the steps of the Temple, and so that was where he was heading. He was coming up out of the Valley, after doing a brief run out to some of his favorite caves to get a bit of work in and get the blood flowing. Isan's presence called out to his in the Force long before he made out the figure of the man sitting on the steps, waiting for him.

"Well, here you are," he said as he climbed up the steps and approached the man. "I'm ready to go if you are. I have a ship waiting for us in the hangar. It's not the biggest, but it should do for us, and has room for a few more people."

Nieraan rolled his neck, and glanced up at the sky. It was reddish now, with the sun still out, and the stars they'd gazed at that night up on the mountain were hidden. Not for long. "So unless you have anything else you need to do, let's go."