Edited by The Major, 13 August 2017 - 08:46 AM.
Posted 13 August 2017 - 08:46 AM
Posted 13 August 2017 - 01:31 PM
Kyrel appreciated the sights of Cloud City on Empire Week, but he was not one for festivities. He was a servant of the Dark Side, the mailed fist of the Supreme Leader and a beast ruled by hate. Some say he was nothing more than a machine void of his humanity, others say he was a Monster underneath the armor. Of course he could humor the stories and say they were true, but either way he would only know who he was, he would only know that before becoming the man he was Thomas Kyrel of the Starfighter corps, he would only know of the time he lived on Dosuun before the First Order came as a poor street urchin. Whatever life he had he knew only, the reports or the records of him as Thomas Kyrel were destroyed of course as if the man didn't exist and he hardly spoke of his past.
He walked along the platform, dressed or covered in the armor of the former Imperial Hero Darth Vader, some even added to those who knew the history that somehow Vader came back to life, of course, most didn't know the history of the former Sith Lord as most of that time had been lost during the 400 year darkness, what was left was kept by the Ren. He walked in a stride, his breathing the only sound made next to his footsteps or even the gentle howl of the wind swaying his dark cape. He did not know why he was here except summoned by a woman. The woman was dressed in dark robes as he walked towards her. He could sense her nervousness, her anticipation to meet him through the Force, whoever she was, she was no Ren. He could only deduce that she was part of the security bureau. If she could wield the Force then that would be a different matter, but as he could tell so far, he saw no evidence of that.
He walked towards her, his presence intimidating. He spoke slightly irritated by her already. "I was summoned, now speak."
Posted 15 August 2017 - 05:24 PM
Edited by The Major, 15 August 2017 - 05:25 PM.