Star Wars Roleplay: Chaos

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Public Exegol *Thunderous plains*

As Kornelius floated silently about..He began focusing on his healing. It was a while since he had a chance to do so. Perhaps hanging around this apprentice was beneficial after all. Slipping into a meditational state there was a ping that could be heard within a pouch nestled on the side of a utility belt Kornelius had on him within his garments. A few seconds pass by before it is heard again...

Tag: Quintus Varro Open
 
Shortly after the signal is sent out amongst an encrypted network..there is a pinging response and an incoming transmission. From it's location however..the signal isn't the strongest..but a voice is heard..."Exegol...Quite an interesting planet to find yourself.... pinned. I have intercepted your transmission, As I was headed in that direction anyhow....It would seem there is someone in need of assistance, no?" As the deep cackled voice begin to fade..several words followed but were unclear..It would seem someone has answered the call to aide as Arcubis lay there


Tag: Quintus Varro Darth Empyrean Darth Empyrean
 
Kornelius awakens suddenly and jolts up as if in a state of panic. He looks around furiously and sees no one there. However, his garments are still intact and his lightsaber untouched. Spewing out the water like healing gel, he places his hands over his face and quickly clears it from obstructed view. He then exits out the pool in a hurry as he moves quickly over to his communication device that was the size of a cube in his palm. Hearing the echoed words of a voice made him curious..But something even deeper than that disturbed him. He felt a disturbance in the force..Something that cut deep without any explanation. Something was happening...He knew he needed to leave the planet. Why? He had no idea...Something or someone is reaching out to him within the force. Like a deafening sound that was loud and silent all at the same time. He was a man possessed and on a mission. After clothing himself and realizing his wound was fully healed he would grip the hilt of his saber tightly and begin marching out of the cave with his hood draped over his face.


((((To Be Continued in another thread))))
 

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