Stomping Grounds [Invite]

[kidradd]

The blonde youth from Bastion sat slumped in his seat, with his legs cross and his arms folded before his chest. Upon his face he were a frustrated expression as he made no effort to hide his angst.

In truth, he had never been off of Bastion before and space travel intimidated him. He found that by focusing on his rage at the situation he could at least distract himself from the anxiety creeping up from within. And wasn't this all for the best? He'd be wielding great power soon... great enough to change the galaxy some day, he swore. After his fiasco on Bastion he hadn't really had any options left and besides, his ultimate goal of assassinating his family and escaping the monotony of Bastion's bureaucracy had been accomplished. Now, he was free to be whomever he'd decided he should be. That alone made his flight worth it. Add to the fact that both Bastion and Korriban were in the Outer Rim (albeit opposite ends) and his flight was relatively short and relatively painless.


He knew he should have been relishing the comfort of his situation, as he'd heard more than enough horror stories about the Sith Temple. It would only be a matter of time before he was wishing for death, he assumed.


The large red planet encroached upon his field-of-view from outside the window. It looked quite different from Bastion, which, for all its discomforts, at least appeared semi-hospitable. Korriban looked absolutely treacherous. Again, he supposed it was for the best. 

His transport docked at the only station he could see as one of the others on the ship announced for all to hear that only specific vessels were cleared for landing on the Sith planet. Grumbling, the teen stood upright and marched towards the exit. Thankfully, this appeared to be the last change in vessels as this next shuttle would take them directly to the Temple, or so his hosts explained to him as he and a handful of others shuffled out of their ship.


"Alright, Korriban. Let's see what you're made of." He said beneath his breath.

[Arcadia]

Felran didn't really have anywhere to go....well besides somewhere other than Korriban. For some odd reason Felran hated Korriban, much to the disapproval of the older, more powerful Sith. He travesed the docking station in hopes of leaving this god forsaken planet. Perhaps he would visit his homeworld Bastion again? Say hello to the punks that used to mess with his family when he was younger. The black robes of the Sith swayed as he walked. Easily able to be picked out from the rest of the group. "Dirty little scum bags." Felran whispered this to himself as people accidently started to bump into him. The one thing he didn't like was no respect for Sith.

[kidradd]

The ride from the station to Korriban's surface had been relatively uneventful, thankfully. Like his trip from Bastion to Korriban space he knew this was just the calm before the storm and the soon enough he would probably have more excitement than he could handle. The thought gave him chills and put a smile upon his face.

When they began filing out onto the hard, browned surface of Korriban their hosts continued in the same lecture-like advice on how to behave if they wanted to survive, what not to do, who not to look directly at, blah blah blah. He'd seen the militaristic egoism of Bastion his entire life and was sure Korriban was more of the same - Imperials with their heads up the wrong side of a bantha and something to prove about how superior they are to all before them. He knew how to watch his step.

Apparently, though, the fellow before him did not. A Devaronian before him strode down the metal off-ramp of their shuttle towards the landing strip of the planet and right into the path of an approaching Zabrak. The Devaronian not only made zero effort to avoid the Zabrak but actually stiffened up as he passed in an attempt to shoulder through the orange, tattooed alien. 


"Make way." He hissed at the Zabrak while confidently striding forward, trying to pay as little attention to the Sith apprentice as possible.

Mathurin, for his part, simply folded his arms before his chest and waited for consequences. His brow was perked and a cocky smirk threatened to spread from one corner of his mouth to the other.

So, it begins... He thought.

[Arcadia]

Felran's head turned to the Devaronian. He slowly raised his hand and made a simple gesture. But what surprised many was that the Devaronian was slowly lifted into the air, hands around his neck gasping for air. "You are nothing but a pest. Acting all high and mighty, hah! Sith do not take kindly to people like you." The Devaronian stayed in the air, choking, until they were nothing but a lifeless corpse. The body fell and Felran's hand moved back to his side. He looked around the crowd of people and smiled. "Welcome to Korriban."

[kidradd]

Mathurin watched eagerly with a smarmy look upon his face as the Zabrak turned his attention on the Devaronian.

"Kriffing Hell!" One of the other hopefuls cried out.

For his part the stunned Mathurin flinched and relaxed his arms from their folded position in front of his chest. They fell by his sides as his jaw dropped open and he stared in disbelief.

"No way..." He muttered to himself. Some of the other initiates chuckled or tried to dismiss the display while drawing as much attention to themselves as possible, as if their false bravado wasn't apparent by the way they'd all initially frozen during the attack.

When their escort stomped off of the shuttle he scanned the scene, shifting from the initiates to the deceased Devaronian and then to the Zabrak before back to the initiates again.

"That didn't take long. May as well toss 'em over for the tuk'ata." The guide was referring to the wilds down below the landing station, where they hadn't yet excavated much. Wild tuk'ata were known to prey upon any who wandered into the area and it hadn't yet been a huge priority considering all of the excavating that was yet to be done in the central area of the Valley.

Mathurin finally snapped from his stupor and peered over the edge. They were hundreds of units above the ground down below. The drop made him queasy so he turned away and hurried back towards the others. He didn't want to show weakness or fear so he kept his chin up and scanned around him, but the truth of it was that he was rattled.