Post by Russ.Stone on Feb 21, 2013 9:52:21 GMT -5
Kon Bund, fallen Baran Do of Dorin, sat in the Sith Temple on Korriban, meditating. He had been on Korriban for some time now, but he had yet to acclimate to the planet fully. The weather of Korriban was so different than that of his native Dorin. Dorin was known for it’s powerful weather storms, and the planet’s surface had water in abundance. On the flipside, Korriban was desolate and dry. Very little grew on the surface of the planet, evident by the view of the planet from space. The ground that dominated the landscape was the dirt brown color of the surface. Still, regardless of the planet’s almost uninhabitable conditions, Kon Bund could think of nowhere else he’d rather be. Just sitting there in Sith Temple, the former Baran Do could feel the Dark Side of the Force so strongly that he didn’t care about the state of the planet. He was powerful here, and he knew he could be even more powerful if he could only grab the attention of one of the Sith Lords who made their way to and from this planet. That was the hope of any Sith initiate. They wanted training and power so that they could become the most powerful being in the universe, overrunning the simple-minded fools of the Jedi Order. Ambition ran rampant around Kon Bund, and he found himself becoming infected with the desire to rise. He would become a full Sith no matter what he had to do.
The sound of his breath mask was the only noise in the small alcove in which Kon Bund sat meditating. The rhythmic sound helped him focus on the power around him, allowed him to revel in the overwhelming sense of control. He couldn’t have told you how much time passed while he sat there, sustaining himself on the Force alone, but eventually another being entered his small space and then another came. The Sith Temple was not a place that many could find time alone for a great length of time, but he had woken up early enough to find some time. However, eventually, that time was taken from him, making him very annoyed. He thought about returning to his barracks, but he doubted that he’d be able to find solitude there either. So instead, he let his resentment burn as he made his way through the Temple, anger plain on his face. Then again, could he not see it plainly on the faces of others too? In any case, he didn’t care, making his way through the Temple, heading to breakfast and then the lessons he was receiving on the Sith Empire. As he was walking, he heard a familiar sound, one of a cane clicking amidst the shuffling of the various Sith. For some reason, Kon found the sound particularly frustrating this morning, and so he put off his quest for sustenance and made for the person making the sound. Kon had gone from a tempered Baran Do to an impulsive, emotional mess, but there was power in his turmoil, power that corrupted.
Kon found the offender pretty easily. She was an outlier amidst the strong Sith that flowed around her. The miraluka had a sense of disrepair about her. Kon could see that she had been beautiful at one point, but that beauty had been corrupted, left out in the sun to fade. It was disgusting. She was disgusting. A dog better to be put down than to let plague this earth. Kon Bund felt his anger rise in him, finding strength in his passion. “Out of my way, worthless scum,” Kon hissed at her, purposefully bumping her and shoving her to the side of the hallway. “You aren’t even worth the air you breathe.” Then, spitting, he made his way down the hall.
The sound of his breath mask was the only noise in the small alcove in which Kon Bund sat meditating. The rhythmic sound helped him focus on the power around him, allowed him to revel in the overwhelming sense of control. He couldn’t have told you how much time passed while he sat there, sustaining himself on the Force alone, but eventually another being entered his small space and then another came. The Sith Temple was not a place that many could find time alone for a great length of time, but he had woken up early enough to find some time. However, eventually, that time was taken from him, making him very annoyed. He thought about returning to his barracks, but he doubted that he’d be able to find solitude there either. So instead, he let his resentment burn as he made his way through the Temple, anger plain on his face. Then again, could he not see it plainly on the faces of others too? In any case, he didn’t care, making his way through the Temple, heading to breakfast and then the lessons he was receiving on the Sith Empire. As he was walking, he heard a familiar sound, one of a cane clicking amidst the shuffling of the various Sith. For some reason, Kon found the sound particularly frustrating this morning, and so he put off his quest for sustenance and made for the person making the sound. Kon had gone from a tempered Baran Do to an impulsive, emotional mess, but there was power in his turmoil, power that corrupted.
Kon found the offender pretty easily. She was an outlier amidst the strong Sith that flowed around her. The miraluka had a sense of disrepair about her. Kon could see that she had been beautiful at one point, but that beauty had been corrupted, left out in the sun to fade. It was disgusting. She was disgusting. A dog better to be put down than to let plague this earth. Kon Bund felt his anger rise in him, finding strength in his passion. “Out of my way, worthless scum,” Kon hissed at her, purposefully bumping her and shoving her to the side of the hallway. “You aren’t even worth the air you breathe.” Then, spitting, he made his way down the hall.