The Dark Academy on Korriban

"And this is the temple where we expect a giant wave of red savages to attack us." Said Sinea matter of factly to her companion. "Not too shabby, though could more color I guess."

"Yes. Brighten in up a little," he says. He's got a bit of his humor back after some well needed rest, but the eyes... they were there to stay. He was a changed man.

"Perhaps some tapestries?"

"Or you know. Guts of enemies. I like red, it's a nice color." She looked at him, slightly worried. With a giant horde coming, it wouldn't be good if the resident death dealer would have problems. Not even a cold!

She reached out via the Force to assess him.

D10 MA - Sensing Zeno: 2eF 2 Light Side, 2 Dark Side

"It's unfortunate that lightsabers tend to leave less guts and blood lying around then. Burn the wound shut and it doesn't leak as much," he replies, with a subdued smirk.

When she touches his mind there is subdued anger and rage there, but also a sense of acceptance as though he has decided to let it live within him.

Anger... that's usual. Acceptance? erm... sure? He's not doing too bad, at least.

"The drawbacks of a more civilized weapon." She let out a dramatic sigh, as she looked around the temple. There were gun encampments... it seemed that the army was certainly well equipped.

"I'll probably begin up there," he says, aiming to the emplacement. "I didn't do the best in that part of Deathwright training, but I'd wager I've still got an edge on the soldiers here."

"At least until the incoming mass reaches our battle line. Coming down the side will be nothing for me and I'll just cut them down until we've killed and routed them all."

"Confident as always Aspirant Deathwright." She smiled at him mischievously. "I guess that is part of your charm. That, and slashing of enemies into tiny bits and pieces."

"I d so enjoy the slashing," he replies. "So what other interior design changes would you make other than gun emplacements and viscera?"

"A throne of course." She smiled. "And some kind of entertainment, I would guess."

"Oh, a throne," he says with a nod. "I wonder if your taste in thrones would be the same as mine." He taps the tuk'ata skull helmet hanging of his neck.

"Sadly no, I prefer something that was being done as something more artistic, less rustic." She smiled. "You're welcome to take a seat of course."

"Alright," he says, he sets his pack and helmet aside before sitting next to her. "I must admit. The thought of a full scale battle excites me a bit. It would be the first I've had. How about yourself? You see much in relation to it with your talents?"