The Dark Academy on Korriban

Moyr was in the driver's seat of the speeder that carried them to a trip across the wilderness. She was not speeding, giving Syl and her an opportunity to pick out something interesting in the area they were crossing.

Pointing to a little ravine tucked behind a dried up river bed Sylvain clutched around her waist tightly as they made their descent.

Once they arrived at the entrance to the ravine Sylvain hopped off the speeder smiling, "I found a holocron in a ravine like this not too long ago. This one may be empty, but it'll be an adventure either way."

Brushing his hand through his hair briefly to get it into some type of presentable form he smiled, "Thanks for picking me up today. Needed a break from the dig."

"Me too. And you said you like adventures."

She smiled faintly, undoing a strap on her coat to have an easy access to her sabre and blaster.

"Let's look around."

With her usual caution she drew to the edge of the ravine to peek in.

Sylvain nodded and followed Moyr into the ravine.

As they began walking down the narrow passage he asked, "So who all is going on Zash's trip today?"

"Good question..."

She raised her hand to stop him and felt how attunement with the Dark Side helped her senses transcend limitations...

EE6, Sense.: 1eF 1 Dark Side

She can sense everything nearby that is living, the small insects that scurry in the shadows, herself and Sylvain and the flow of dark side energy but this is Korriban and the world is saturated with such energy.

"All right, let's go. Zeno, I guess. Rem. Baes? Me, probably. She said she would call upon me in time after the crash landing."

Looking out for unliving things, she continued the descent.

"You're going?" He asked with surprise.

Then looking down a little offshoot of the ravine he asked to himself....

What's that?


(OOC: Using Destiny Point for a Scene)

In the ravine they find a dark skinned human male training with a lightsaber and red facial Sith tattoos. He ears loose fitting pants with thick boots and no shirt as he works through several lightsaber techniques and forms. His crimson lightsaber whirls and flashes as he engages in a pretty acrobatic style of fighting.

Sylvain whispers, "What do you think of that? Another adventurer?"

Moyr tried raised fingers to suggest silence, then observed the Form of the man. Was it anything she knew, she could not readily tell.

[OOC. Could she?]

Her Force Sense could not detect him. Was he too far then, or shielded?

Sylvain crouched behind Moyr closely and watched, waiting for a signal.

Most likely too far for her to sense, he seems to be practicing Ataru form, it looks like.

He turned to Moyr and asked, "Wanna go have a talk? Or are we good letting this one pass?"

"I am curious. Let's say hello."

A twinkle in the eye indicated her curiosity.

"Let's reveal ourselves at a distance so we can discern reception before we deplete options."

She stepped out.

Sylvain walked beside her down the narrow ravine towards the man as they approach a safe distance Sylvain calls out, "Good evening Lord," choosing the polite form of greeting for what appeared to be a fellow sith, "... out for a bit of training in the wastes?"

The man stops and turns to the aspirants and says, “Hmm, I guess I was not the only one to find some privacy. Harn Tremmel.”

Sylvain smiled and nodded a greeting, "Sylvain Torsin. And my friend Moyr Ahaya."

He looked around, "Do you often come out here to practice your forms?"

"Lord Tremmel."

Moyr bade her respects.

"We have been enraptured by the quality of your Form and hence have come to pay respects but if you wish solitude, we will leave you to your training."

“You are not bothering me, this isn’t much for a first assignment but father would be disappointed if I was not keeping my form sharp. You two are aspirants? And yes, I do like to train alone, just feels better that way,” he says with a nod.

Sylvain nodded, "We are both in our final testing stages before graduating. Are you on assignment here to Korriban from your master?" He asked.

“Yes, I serve my father currently, Overseer Tremel, but I am hoping for something a little more far flung. Maybe Nar Shaddaa?” he says with a friendly smile.

“I hear it’s pretty crazy there, a mad place filled with all kinds.”

Sylvain smiled, "I went once as a child. But my friend here has more experience than I, if I remember correctly."

"The Hutt space is certainly diverse. What would you like to do there? By that I could possibly tell you if you would enjoy it."

“Have some adventures meet exotic people, instead of sand and more sand. It’s a big universe, I don’t want to spend it hanging out on a dead world with angry ghosts and angry Sith. I want to be where people live, see the galaxy we are destined to control,” he says with a laugh.