Time.
It means nothing.
It does not exist.
Dirus had been thrown out of hyperspace somewhere in the Dathomir system, his ship derelict and out of fuel, trapped in the empty vacuum of space. It became like another old imperial satellite floating around the old mining colony of Koratas, the largest moon of Dathomir. It orbited the moon for what seemed to be weeks in galactic standard time. Dirus meditated in his ship in what seemed to be perpetual twilight, looking through space and time utilizing farseeing. Dirus saw the far future, the past and the now. Looking upon the planet looking at its history. Seeing battles lost and won, seeing life be born and death be brought. Ancient empires rising and falling, civilizations born. All these things Dirus saw in his visions.
The Lord of Fear originally intended to go to Mustafar, a date schedueled with the locals for spice in exchange for work yet it would appear he had been short sighted. The amount of Jedi he had to deal with over the course of the last few weeks it is no wonder that his ship wasn't entirely functional. He had just killed off the last of his own slaves, devouring their life essence to sustain his own, it would not be long before Dirus would have to suspend himself in one of the cryopods. Despite being alone in the dark, the power on backup and no one knowing where he was his own spirit was a beacon that stretched through the stars. Dirus was a wound, a black pit circling around the moon as well as the planet of Dathomir. His darkside energy exploding in the skies growing more and more with every slave he devoured.
Dirus knew something lay below on the surface, he could sense the locals. He could sense the darkside. It was all so close, yet so far, in his farsight he saw Sith landing on the planet years ago, he saw them leaving and returning all in centuries past. Though it wasn't until his sight became clearer and un-muddled that he saw something. He saw being of immense power. No longer was it just a cult that lay below like centuries past. It was a true order. His eyes opening, exiting his deep meditation the Sith used the last of the fuel and propelled it forward to the planet, spiraling down being sucked by its gravity. The darkside presence that was Darth Dirus got closer and closer to the planet until almost every intelligent being could sense it. His ship turned into a fireball and crashed in the forest with a sonic boom that could be heard from miles around. Dirus, walked away from the flames, his strength unwavered feeding off the darkside force energy of the planet keeping him strong. He would hunt down the location of the darksiders here, or they would find him. </div>
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It means nothing.
It does not exist.
Dirus had been thrown out of hyperspace somewhere in the Dathomir system, his ship derelict and out of fuel, trapped in the empty vacuum of space. It became like another old imperial satellite floating around the old mining colony of Koratas, the largest moon of Dathomir. It orbited the moon for what seemed to be weeks in galactic standard time. Dirus meditated in his ship in what seemed to be perpetual twilight, looking through space and time utilizing farseeing. Dirus saw the far future, the past and the now. Looking upon the planet looking at its history. Seeing battles lost and won, seeing life be born and death be brought. Ancient empires rising and falling, civilizations born. All these things Dirus saw in his visions.
The Lord of Fear originally intended to go to Mustafar, a date schedueled with the locals for spice in exchange for work yet it would appear he had been short sighted. The amount of Jedi he had to deal with over the course of the last few weeks it is no wonder that his ship wasn't entirely functional. He had just killed off the last of his own slaves, devouring their life essence to sustain his own, it would not be long before Dirus would have to suspend himself in one of the cryopods. Despite being alone in the dark, the power on backup and no one knowing where he was his own spirit was a beacon that stretched through the stars. Dirus was a wound, a black pit circling around the moon as well as the planet of Dathomir. His darkside energy exploding in the skies growing more and more with every slave he devoured.
Dirus knew something lay below on the surface, he could sense the locals. He could sense the darkside. It was all so close, yet so far, in his farsight he saw Sith landing on the planet years ago, he saw them leaving and returning all in centuries past. Though it wasn't until his sight became clearer and un-muddled that he saw something. He saw being of immense power. No longer was it just a cult that lay below like centuries past. It was a true order. His eyes opening, exiting his deep meditation the Sith used the last of the fuel and propelled it forward to the planet, spiraling down being sucked by its gravity. The darkside presence that was Darth Dirus got closer and closer to the planet until almost every intelligent being could sense it. His ship turned into a fireball and crashed in the forest with a sonic boom that could be heard from miles around. Dirus, walked away from the flames, his strength unwavered feeding off the darkside force energy of the planet keeping him strong. He would hunt down the location of the darksiders here, or they would find him. </div>
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