With what little response he'd been given from that of his Master, Zarack Zorathi gently guided The Bacarra up off of the landing dock and driving the thrusters into a heavy burst, he eased off on the repulsors and let the durasteel beauty depart the mining station. Demonsgate wasn't a world he had enjoyed visiting nor was it one that he ever intended on returning to. These kills in his mind were his first arguably in cold blood and weilding weapons so much greater than his victims, there'd been no responsibility in the care of their use. He had felt massive empowerment through his actions and yet also shared in a great sense of guilt knowing that he was acting against all morality in justifying the kills as survivalist actions.
Placing the two lightsabers on the head of the dash in front of him, his eyes swept the console and yet he truly didn't see the controls to the vessel he was flying, his eyes not making sense of what was visible but rather focusing elsewhere on what his mind was telling him, what he was recalling had happened and though he'd not come away empty handed, it may as well have been theft in what he'd done in order to please his Master and the Order of the Black Rose.
The Modified YT-1300 arced around and soon shot up through the black clouds of the burning world, controlled by the boy, broken as he was. It would be some time before he came into contact with the Black Rose again. For the time, he needed space, to come to terms with himself and distance himself from all others, to acknowledge and mediate the anger and frustrations that churned within him.
-Exit Thread - Zarack Zorathi-
