Arawn
Feb 6th, 2018, 10:46:18 AM
At first, there was only darkness and stillness, silence reigned; disturbed only by the occasional breath.
Then, there was a great whirring as the technology inside the round, durasteel chamber came alive; banishing the all-encompassing obscurity with pinpricks and disks of light that manifested across the evenly distributed holoprojector pedestals. It was enough to cast a lackluster glint off the metal veneer that concealed the solitary occupant’s face, caressing the angular and crude design in motes of azure and stark white. Another breath, deeper and exhaled with concise slowness.
More light flooded in as the holoprojectors activated, bathing the room with luminance rather than merely teasing at it. Now, the lone figure was far more recognizable, only defined by presence and the dark attire that enshrouded a decidedly masculine form. Knelt as he was before the equally mysterious figures projected before him, only small details were decipherable. A dark coat, unbuttoned to expose a vest and shirt beneath, adorned his upper half and hung so low as to puddle around legs comprised of muscles coiled tight like that of a predator. Hands were concealed beneath worn leather gloves, his fingers braced against the juxtaposed angles of his knees; one steadied against the tile while the other was bent upright.
An obeliscal object detached itself from a nearby construct, coming to hover close to him with the purpose of casting his own likeness to those that looked on. He inclined his head, unseen eyes taking in the faceless parallels that composed the Ehiztari Council.
“I have been told that you put an end to an insurgency rallying under a Hunter’s guidance.” A woman’s voice, snide and unfeeling. Despite the outward composition of her words seeming to be a commendation, he could detect the duplicity rotting within them. He was immune.
Of course, they would want to discuss this. He felt nothing.
“Sedris sought to break from the Order. He forgot his purpose and became a liability.” The man replied automatically, matter-of-factly, as though the subject shouldn’t even be up for discussion. His words were only made more abrasive by the mechanized module attached to the lower half of his mask.
“You have done well, Arawn.” This from a man, wizened and more amused than the last. It was not visible but he could almost detect a glance shared between the two Council members. He ducked his head in a nod and then returned his full attention to them. “Well enough that your final trial of initiation has been orchestrated. Are you prepared to undergo the task we have for you?”
“I am.” He stated simply, not a trace of doubt tarnishing his words.
“Good. Then rise.” He did as he was instructed, drawing up to his full height. “Mission parameters, a dossier of the target, and supplies have been placed within a Svelte-class shuttle awaiting your arrival. And…” A dramatic pause. Some of the council members certainly had a flair for eccentricities lost upon the Hunter. There was a click then a hiss as a niche opened at the base of one of the holo pedestals. A singular and ornate lightsaber hilt rested within the exposed recess.
Arawn approached the item, extending a hand and allowing it to hover over the object. The initiation blade. He had heard whispers of its existence from those that had cleared the trials before him. A means of leveling the playing field, he imagined. The weapon snapped up into his palm with the merest influence of the Force and admittedly, his breath hitched as the gravity of the weapon’s sordid history seemed to rip at his meticulously maintained composure.
He thumbed the power adjuster and chased away the ghostly blue of the projected images with an aura of crimson, sweeping the blade at a vertical angle before him.
“I will not fail.” He murmured.
“We shall see, hunter. We.. shall.. see.”
The blade disengaged and with it, the technology that had brought about their meeting. Adroitly snapping the belt ring to the appropriate hook on his utility harness, he turned in the darkness and exited the chamber.
With this, his beginning, the end of many.
Then, there was a great whirring as the technology inside the round, durasteel chamber came alive; banishing the all-encompassing obscurity with pinpricks and disks of light that manifested across the evenly distributed holoprojector pedestals. It was enough to cast a lackluster glint off the metal veneer that concealed the solitary occupant’s face, caressing the angular and crude design in motes of azure and stark white. Another breath, deeper and exhaled with concise slowness.
More light flooded in as the holoprojectors activated, bathing the room with luminance rather than merely teasing at it. Now, the lone figure was far more recognizable, only defined by presence and the dark attire that enshrouded a decidedly masculine form. Knelt as he was before the equally mysterious figures projected before him, only small details were decipherable. A dark coat, unbuttoned to expose a vest and shirt beneath, adorned his upper half and hung so low as to puddle around legs comprised of muscles coiled tight like that of a predator. Hands were concealed beneath worn leather gloves, his fingers braced against the juxtaposed angles of his knees; one steadied against the tile while the other was bent upright.
An obeliscal object detached itself from a nearby construct, coming to hover close to him with the purpose of casting his own likeness to those that looked on. He inclined his head, unseen eyes taking in the faceless parallels that composed the Ehiztari Council.
“I have been told that you put an end to an insurgency rallying under a Hunter’s guidance.” A woman’s voice, snide and unfeeling. Despite the outward composition of her words seeming to be a commendation, he could detect the duplicity rotting within them. He was immune.
Of course, they would want to discuss this. He felt nothing.
“Sedris sought to break from the Order. He forgot his purpose and became a liability.” The man replied automatically, matter-of-factly, as though the subject shouldn’t even be up for discussion. His words were only made more abrasive by the mechanized module attached to the lower half of his mask.
“You have done well, Arawn.” This from a man, wizened and more amused than the last. It was not visible but he could almost detect a glance shared between the two Council members. He ducked his head in a nod and then returned his full attention to them. “Well enough that your final trial of initiation has been orchestrated. Are you prepared to undergo the task we have for you?”
“I am.” He stated simply, not a trace of doubt tarnishing his words.
“Good. Then rise.” He did as he was instructed, drawing up to his full height. “Mission parameters, a dossier of the target, and supplies have been placed within a Svelte-class shuttle awaiting your arrival. And…” A dramatic pause. Some of the council members certainly had a flair for eccentricities lost upon the Hunter. There was a click then a hiss as a niche opened at the base of one of the holo pedestals. A singular and ornate lightsaber hilt rested within the exposed recess.
Arawn approached the item, extending a hand and allowing it to hover over the object. The initiation blade. He had heard whispers of its existence from those that had cleared the trials before him. A means of leveling the playing field, he imagined. The weapon snapped up into his palm with the merest influence of the Force and admittedly, his breath hitched as the gravity of the weapon’s sordid history seemed to rip at his meticulously maintained composure.
He thumbed the power adjuster and chased away the ghostly blue of the projected images with an aura of crimson, sweeping the blade at a vertical angle before him.
“I will not fail.” He murmured.
“We shall see, hunter. We.. shall.. see.”
The blade disengaged and with it, the technology that had brought about their meeting. Adroitly snapping the belt ring to the appropriate hook on his utility harness, he turned in the darkness and exited the chamber.
With this, his beginning, the end of many.