Post by Kipper Lennox on Feb 14, 2008 18:41:08 GMT -5
The sun was rising on Onderon, casting a soft orange glow across dense; harsh jungle and walled city alike.
Deep within the canopies, the daylight just barely breaks through the treetops, filtering between the leaves and branches onto an old, vine covered stone structure.
This structure was a temple, where a small cult of Dark Jedi had their base of operations. The temples students had grown in number since the dark ones first corrupted its halls and courtyards with their misguided and ignorant teachings, new acolytes joined almost daily; foolishly pledging themselves to the dark masters who kept the temple not only in use, but also shrouded it from notice. Using techniques similar to those the Dark Lady of the Sith, Darth Traya used hundreds of years ago to evade detection from the Jedi.
It was here that the demented Sith Knight, and former Jedi Guardian, Kipper Lennox made his home.
The Dark Jedi stood in a door way, his hands at his hips, surveying his surroundings. Students milled about, glancing at him, but they quickly averted their gaze, for fear of bringing about the loss of a limb. Knight Lennox was notorious around the temple for being not only a maniacal jester, but also a malicious and bloodthirsty combat instructor.
He craned his head slowly to look through an opening in the trees, the amber glow of early morning was growing stronger by the minute. He approximated with a slight frown that it was just after dawn. The calls of Drexls and other, lesser creatures could be heard faintly in the distance; the silhouettes of bird flocks passing overhead to begin their daily search for sustainence.
Another fine day in the Onderon deep. Kipper mused to himself.
With a satisfied smirk he moved off across the courtyard, students and peers alike altered their pathes to avoid the madman, not wishing to spark his rage and end up on the wrong end of a lightsaber blade.
Kipper had heard of trouble brewing in other parts of the galaxy, and felt his time on Onderon was at an end. It was time to move on, to strengthen his skill with the lightsaber in service of greater Sith.
He ambled across the courtyard and into a room with a large circular table, a holoprojector. The room served as both an Operations and Briefing station, and a Communications center. Lennox was here for the latter.
"Perhaps I can find a few like-minded people who need my expertise elsewhere." He spoke aloud, to himself. His bloodlust had been growing in recent days, he longed for the call to war, to battle. An excuse for slaughter.
Deep within the canopies, the daylight just barely breaks through the treetops, filtering between the leaves and branches onto an old, vine covered stone structure.
This structure was a temple, where a small cult of Dark Jedi had their base of operations. The temples students had grown in number since the dark ones first corrupted its halls and courtyards with their misguided and ignorant teachings, new acolytes joined almost daily; foolishly pledging themselves to the dark masters who kept the temple not only in use, but also shrouded it from notice. Using techniques similar to those the Dark Lady of the Sith, Darth Traya used hundreds of years ago to evade detection from the Jedi.
It was here that the demented Sith Knight, and former Jedi Guardian, Kipper Lennox made his home.
The Dark Jedi stood in a door way, his hands at his hips, surveying his surroundings. Students milled about, glancing at him, but they quickly averted their gaze, for fear of bringing about the loss of a limb. Knight Lennox was notorious around the temple for being not only a maniacal jester, but also a malicious and bloodthirsty combat instructor.
He craned his head slowly to look through an opening in the trees, the amber glow of early morning was growing stronger by the minute. He approximated with a slight frown that it was just after dawn. The calls of Drexls and other, lesser creatures could be heard faintly in the distance; the silhouettes of bird flocks passing overhead to begin their daily search for sustainence.
Another fine day in the Onderon deep. Kipper mused to himself.
With a satisfied smirk he moved off across the courtyard, students and peers alike altered their pathes to avoid the madman, not wishing to spark his rage and end up on the wrong end of a lightsaber blade.
Kipper had heard of trouble brewing in other parts of the galaxy, and felt his time on Onderon was at an end. It was time to move on, to strengthen his skill with the lightsaber in service of greater Sith.
He ambled across the courtyard and into a room with a large circular table, a holoprojector. The room served as both an Operations and Briefing station, and a Communications center. Lennox was here for the latter.
"Perhaps I can find a few like-minded people who need my expertise elsewhere." He spoke aloud, to himself. His bloodlust had been growing in recent days, he longed for the call to war, to battle. An excuse for slaughter.
