Sebastian boomed with confidence or perhaps on the outside it appeared more like he was nigh furious. However, on the inside the Dark Lord-to-be was a furious form of chaos, internally his confidence and insecurities fighting each other to the metaphorical death. Just the day prior he had reported in to General Grievous for a scheduled check on his current happenings, Sebastian then lamenting that he had been wanting a personal training session with Grievous. Sebastian had told the cyborg of how the Battle on Kalee had spurred him to become more of a warrior and he truly wished to test his skills against the General, as the latter had with Dooku so many times before the Acolyte program had even become a greenlit project. Though Grievous scoffed at him the General chose to oblige the Acolyte, Sebastian sure this was done if only to "put the young Acolyte in his place" as well as being a means for the cyborg to vent some of his own frustrations...Sebastian knew the battle loss at Quermia still stung the General due to not being able to be there himself, beyond this he had begun to berate Winslow Killswitch more and more now though the Acolyte held a great portion of his favor comparative to the others within the program.
Blaming the Acolytes for his, Grievous', losses now did help inspire Sebastian even more to topple the current regime beyond the fact that he was reaching for his destiny. Grunting then as he made his way to his Orb Wing Sebastian would take on a stern expression although there was no one other than the droids onboard to see it currently, still he was pushing himself into a serious vibe, trying his darndest to forget his insecurities. Once in the hangar and then within his tiny starfighter the Dark Lord-to-be would blast off, leaving the Diamond-class Cruiser he had been on behind while making his way toward the nearby Providence-class Dreadnought that was Grievous' flagship "The Righteous". Both ships had met in the middle of nowhere near the Outer Rim for the "training exercise", not wasting anymore time the Dark Lord-to-be would nonetheless take the time to feed the Sith Amulet along his arm with blood, awakening the Sith Wraith of Ludo Kressh in the process.
" It won't be long now Lord Kressh....I will not put off my destiny any longer! "
Enthusiastic laughter would then begin to emit from the Sith Wraith as he nodded, further goading Sebastian's confidence.
" Yes, yes! Where the last Chosen Sith failed the cause, you shall prove to be the Sith Order's true return! "
Tightening his grip on the Orb Wing's controls Sebastian would barely slow down when coming toward The Righteous, entering the hangar bay at nigh alarming speeds even. With Ludo vanishing from sight, Sebastian's focus would return to the task at hand. Using The Force to guide him he'd narrowly avoid a crash landing, though it still came in hot enough that his ship rolled onto its side rather than properly. Exiting the ship with an acrobatic Force imbued flip in the process he'd land on his own two feet just as his starfighter slid to a screeching halt. Storming his way out of the large area then Sebastian would make a beeline to the large training room he knew the flagship would have, another customization of Grievous'.
Instead though as the set of doors out of the hangar bay hissed open so would Sebastian catch sight of a looming, towering shadow just before something as hard as steel hit him in the chest and sent him reeling backward. Flipping so that he'd come to his feet, albeit with one hand on the ground to catch himself further the Dark Lord-to-be's head would snap up so his gaze would direct itself back to the door ahead of him.
Clink! Clank! Clink...CLANK!
" Cough*Cough*Haaack*Cough*Wheeeeeze "
Out from the shadows would emerge none other than General Grievous himself baring a metaphorical smile undoubtedly as his eyes matched Sebastian's gaze/met it for once. Sebastian could have sworn he had never seen Grievous ever meet his gaze, the cyborg always looking down upon the Acolyte instead.
This was indeed Sebastian's time, his fate, his destiny.