A freighter came out of hyperspace, a black and customized Corellian Action VI Transport slowly making its way towards the planet, its surface black and red, filled the view ports. The pilot though instead of turning and heading home with the sight of the dark planet, adjusted the sublight engines and headed into the atmosphere of the planet, he came out of the atmosphere...the Dragon Claw's hull sizzled with the heat, the pilot engaged the atmospheric engines, and pulled up, on the controls, his ship flying fifty meters above the surface of the planet.
He spotted a large palace like structure, and set the coordinates, letting the ship do the work as is landed softly on a large patch of black lava rock. Repulserlifts went off about the ship stabilizing it and releasing hot steam. The pilot set the ship into a shutdown cycle, and decided to set the controls to standby in case the people on this planet didn’t want any visitors. The pilot walked out of the cockpit and down a hallway, pressing a button on the wall that made a door slide up and out of view, the landing ramp moving slowly to the ground in front of him, he walked down the ramp onto the black lava rock.
He walked slowly and rhythmically, his footsteps making less sound than that of the wind outside. Upon his head, a large hood, that cascaded down enough to shade his eyes. A mask, glinting silver as the light from the lightning lit the surface, black designs, symbolic over the silver surface of the mask, the black hard to determine where the designs ended and the shadows began. A long gash across the forehead of the mask, showing that he was an outcast, loner, and hunted man. Two long slits in the mask were the eyeholes, and as he walked out of the lighted parts of the ship, a glow of silver as bright as lightning, shone through. The huge black cloak that adorned his shoulders was nothing hard to miss. The high collar of the cloak rose about his face and neck in a circle, hiding from where his neck met his shoulders to half way up the mask. The cloak had a seam that ran down from the collar to the bottom of the cloak, behind the seam, buttons held the cloak about his figure. The huge sleeves of the cloak covered his arms, hands, and fingers, as they hung loosely at his side. The sleeves came down a good foot from his fingers, swallowing up his arms and making his arms invisible within the folds of cloth. His midnight black cloak camouflaged him well in the darkness, though the silver glowing clouds on his cloak made him stand out. There were silver clouds spaced about his cloak, which glowed in the darkness as if made from molten metal, they also shifted slowly across his cloak like moonlit clouds across the night sky. The cloak's bottom hovered only a few centimeters from the ground, moving itself over obstacles as he walked. His long bangs hung lower than the hood covered, the silver tips glinted in the light as if they had been dipped in silver.
His head within the large hood turned to look up at the large palace in front of him, behind his mask of black and silver, no emotions played on his face. He stepped forward, towards the towering structure, and the landing ramp of his ship rose, the paint scheme on the ship mimicking the black and silver of his mask, and was hard to spot as it was camouflaged in this wasteland of a planet. Kirara had made his entrance...
He spotted a large palace like structure, and set the coordinates, letting the ship do the work as is landed softly on a large patch of black lava rock. Repulserlifts went off about the ship stabilizing it and releasing hot steam. The pilot set the ship into a shutdown cycle, and decided to set the controls to standby in case the people on this planet didn’t want any visitors. The pilot walked out of the cockpit and down a hallway, pressing a button on the wall that made a door slide up and out of view, the landing ramp moving slowly to the ground in front of him, he walked down the ramp onto the black lava rock.
He walked slowly and rhythmically, his footsteps making less sound than that of the wind outside. Upon his head, a large hood, that cascaded down enough to shade his eyes. A mask, glinting silver as the light from the lightning lit the surface, black designs, symbolic over the silver surface of the mask, the black hard to determine where the designs ended and the shadows began. A long gash across the forehead of the mask, showing that he was an outcast, loner, and hunted man. Two long slits in the mask were the eyeholes, and as he walked out of the lighted parts of the ship, a glow of silver as bright as lightning, shone through. The huge black cloak that adorned his shoulders was nothing hard to miss. The high collar of the cloak rose about his face and neck in a circle, hiding from where his neck met his shoulders to half way up the mask. The cloak had a seam that ran down from the collar to the bottom of the cloak, behind the seam, buttons held the cloak about his figure. The huge sleeves of the cloak covered his arms, hands, and fingers, as they hung loosely at his side. The sleeves came down a good foot from his fingers, swallowing up his arms and making his arms invisible within the folds of cloth. His midnight black cloak camouflaged him well in the darkness, though the silver glowing clouds on his cloak made him stand out. There were silver clouds spaced about his cloak, which glowed in the darkness as if made from molten metal, they also shifted slowly across his cloak like moonlit clouds across the night sky. The cloak's bottom hovered only a few centimeters from the ground, moving itself over obstacles as he walked. His long bangs hung lower than the hood covered, the silver tips glinted in the light as if they had been dipped in silver.
His head within the large hood turned to look up at the large palace in front of him, behind his mask of black and silver, no emotions played on his face. He stepped forward, towards the towering structure, and the landing ramp of his ship rose, the paint scheme on the ship mimicking the black and silver of his mask, and was hard to spot as it was camouflaged in this wasteland of a planet. Kirara had made his entrance...
