<div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/Screenshots/Screenshot_2012-10-29_01_36_58_733242.jpg)<strong><br/>Temor (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong> Korriban Shuttle Landing <br/><strong>Summary:</strong> Arriving<br/><strong>Tagged: </strong> Anyone<br/><hr/></div><br/>Darth Dominar arrived discreetly enough. He disembarked from his Fury-class personal starship at the orbital station above Korriban, and took a simple shuttle down to the Academy landing pad. Oh he could easily have pulled out all the stops. His House commanded fleets afterall. He could have come aboard a Harrower-Class Dreadnought. He could have easily commanded a procession parade to see him to the Academy. Or landed on the private landing pads of the Academy itself. He was a Darth afterall. And a Dominar to boot. The family name alone carried weight in the Empire. It stretched back to the very first group of Dark Jedi who first enslaved the original Sith species from which the Purebloods were descended. Indeed it stretched further back still, to the founding of the Jedi Order if one were to gain access to the Jedi Holocron libraries. The Jedi didn't often speak of that though.<br/><br/>But Temor wanted a chance to see the Academy...and it's trainees...without them knowing that the eyes of a Darth were upon them. At least at first. He was still a tall and imposing figure and even with his hood drawn up to hide his face and the tell-tale Mark of Dominar tatoo'd over his right eye and forehead, many instinctively gave him a wide berth. He might not be recognizable as a Darth, but he was clearly Sith and that was enough to make slaves and acolytes alike clear a way for him.<br/><br/>His eyes slid across the valley to the Tomb of Naga Sadow in the distance. A bemused smirk touched his lips as he observed eager your acolytes and apprentices rushing in. He idly wondered how many of them Seh-run would feast upon before the day was out. Or perhaps would one of them finally end the cunning predator that lurked within? He doubted it.<br/><br/>He continued on. There, to his left. The path to the Tomb of Tulak Horde. He spotted Ephran Zell in the distance. An imperial researcher, speaking in hushed tones with some acolyte in the midst of his trials. Probably sending the acolyte on a fool's errand that would get him killed. Well, no matter. If the acolyte succeeded he would be stronger for it. If not...well, such is life on Korriban.<br/><br/>Temor wrinkled his nose, finding the dry arrid air of this wasteland distasteful. He preferred the dark, lush, humid green savagrey of Dromund Kaas. Still he could not deny the potency of the dark side here. Or the treachery of it. It was thick in the air. Everyone plotting and scheming their way to power. Perhaps he was no better in that regard. But he sought power for a purpose. Most of these children...and he lumped Acolytes and Masters alike into that category...sought power simply for the sake of power. That path was as pointless as a snake devouring it's own tail.<br/><br/>He reached the foot of the great stairway ascending up into the academy, and paused there as memories of the past came rushing back. It hadn't been that many years when you consider how long it normally takes one to reach the rank of Darth. Still it felt like a thousand lifetimes since that moment where he first stood here and gazed up in a mixture of fear and determination. Even then...with his knees trembling and palms sweating....even then he knew. He knew the day would come where he could walk these steps and all who beheld him would bow their heads with respect and fear in equal measure.<br/><br/>What he hadn't realized then was that by the time that day arrived, such petty self-agrandizement would no longer hold any appeal to him. He already knew he was the deadliest creature on this entire planet right now. He felt little need to flaunt it. So humble and hooded, he quietly began walking up the stairs.