Scurrying along the streets of Virgillia 7, a planet not too far from a battlefield. The young boy, a sith apprentice being the only status he could identify with, looked pass the unyielding clouds above and towards the mass of deathly ripples in the cosmic distance. It was a meeting of energies that he felt now, something that he had been sensing since hi-jacking a small cruiser and making his way to this new location. Tossing back the hood of his dark earthen robes, black being too... obvious in his opinion; Naraal turned to look over his shoulder, to peek and see if anyone was following him. Since leaving his master it had become a subtle and repetitive action of his. 

[i]I want to go to the center of that disturbance. Feel the death, pain, and fear up close... take it all in,[/i] He thought to himself, feeling the dark side prod at his body. It wasn't quite the same as when his master conjured it but it was good enough, he could feel it just out of reach of his fingertips. If he so chose too, he could take hold of it. Though it would do him very little good, his powers were still infantile and fickle. 

[i]I must learn on my own for now. Learn through conflict,[/i] He told himself, repeating his master's last words. [i]Until then, it should be okay to search through this colony for some semblance of fun.[/i] Even still, with that train of thought in his head, he couldn't help but ponder how a sith was too have fun without being exposed for what they were. His master had not taught him many crucial things, whether on purpose or because of a lack of time Naraal was not sure. He doubted that even if his master wasn't pressed for time that the being would had delved straight into the greater portions of the dark side.

Pausing to simply check out his surroundings, Naraal stood amongst a crowd of others; beings of various races walked idly by, speaking in grunts of both elegant and brutish languages that he didn't understand. It would be his undoing to land in a sector of the colony that housed little to no basic-speaking beings. It wasn't until he started noticing the wondering eyes of the civilians did he silently remove himself. He was no better at blending in than a regular person, his features attracted far too much attention. Silver eyes against the stark contrast of his ravenous hair, pale skin hidden underneath loose yet tied robes; he was built like a willow tree, both sturdy and unnaturally skinny. 

"How will I bend this place to my will, to better serve me and my desires?" he asked himself, traversing the small country town of Virgillia 7, the colony a rustic counter-part to its better predecessors. "It's conflict that my master wants me to experience, right?" A small smirk lined his pale lips as he looked up towards the disturbance again.