Tarsis
Jun 1st, 2006, 04:14:18 PM
Walking down a dim, torch lit hallway, with a pouch in one hand and a 7 ½ inch silver cylinder in the other, Tarsis made his way towards the Sith Library. It was a dark evening, darker then any Tarsis had seen during his stay here on Korriban. But that was to be expected because for tonight was the night of the new moon, when all light from the sky was purged and darkness ruled in its stead.
Tonight was the night he would assemble his lightsabre. He had spent the last 2 months acquiring the pieces for the process and now, with the last piece in his right hand, it was time to put it all together.
Arriving in front of the Library’s great doors, Tarsis extended his hands out from underneath his cloak and pushed them open. Walking in slowly as a few aesthetics turned to see who had entered their domain; Tarsis turned and closed the massive doors behind him. Before Tarsis could notice anyone that he might know in the room he was greeted by an aesthetic. “Hello Acolyte Tarsis. How may we be of assistance?” Tarsis just grinned and nodded. “I’ll be requiring the books I…” But before he could finish, the aesthetic interrupted him. “You checked out last time. Yes. The books on creating Lightsabers. One moment please.” The aesthetic closed his eyes for a moment and then reopened them. “The books you have asked for will be brought to you within the hour. Please be seated and remain quiet during your studies.” Tarsis once again, nodded and said, “Thank you.” The aesthetic walked off and resumed his studies without another word. Telepaths… he thought as he felt the ripple in the Force smooth itself back out. I hate telepaths.
Tonight was the night he would assemble his lightsabre. He had spent the last 2 months acquiring the pieces for the process and now, with the last piece in his right hand, it was time to put it all together.
Arriving in front of the Library’s great doors, Tarsis extended his hands out from underneath his cloak and pushed them open. Walking in slowly as a few aesthetics turned to see who had entered their domain; Tarsis turned and closed the massive doors behind him. Before Tarsis could notice anyone that he might know in the room he was greeted by an aesthetic. “Hello Acolyte Tarsis. How may we be of assistance?” Tarsis just grinned and nodded. “I’ll be requiring the books I…” But before he could finish, the aesthetic interrupted him. “You checked out last time. Yes. The books on creating Lightsabers. One moment please.” The aesthetic closed his eyes for a moment and then reopened them. “The books you have asked for will be brought to you within the hour. Please be seated and remain quiet during your studies.” Tarsis once again, nodded and said, “Thank you.” The aesthetic walked off and resumed his studies without another word. Telepaths… he thought as he felt the ripple in the Force smooth itself back out. I hate telepaths.