Falling, falling, and fallen

[Alice Stjolkk]

Whisps sat on his cell bed with his back resting on the wall. Anger and sorrow was swimming in his head once more. He had given up on the Jedi, he was a wreck. Everything he was, gone.
Dark presences were building, he could sense it, but he couldn't make out which presences he was sensing.
He didn't move from the durasteel slab Whisps merely looked every now and again at the ray shielded door.

[member="Darth Praelior"]

 

[Balaya Praelior Zambrano]

[member="Whisps"]

The cell was quite a place while she stood there in the room, with everything that had been happening it had brought Balaya's attentions to the jedi captured on Manaan... his people hadn't even bothered it seemed. Sector Five's voice was there working towards a new goal she could see on her own. Thoughts coming while her hands glided over another subject gathered. This ones body had deteriorated faster then the others but it had been adding to it. The work of it all as the heart pulsed and she wanted to incorperate more of it, have more be brought into the power of it all. "Soon you shall be completed." The metal had been worn down and shaped into something new while the ccrystalized and fragile strands holding the heart suspended came. She was trying new bodies and experiments to find the right one who could survive the installation process to power the heart.

 

[Alice Stjolkk]

[member="Darth Praelior"]

The stale air burned Whisps' throat with every breathe yet he called out with a fairly with a clear voice "I want to talk, Darth" He stretched his arms and three of his fingers cracked. shifting his sitting position he was now looking at the door with ease. He had been thinking about the battle of Mannan, The Jedi were powerless when the sith invaded with force. Not only that he was afraid, while the sith were in control. He had come to the conclusion;

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Sith were power.​

 

[Balaya Praelior Zambrano]

[member="Whisps"]

The experiment was there, she was testing it out more while walking and the latest seemed to be holding. With the crystal heart seeming to not melt and destroy his body as fast. SDhe might have hit a break when Elara came to speak with her. The prisoner was ready or at least had been stewing in his own since Manaan. That gave her time as she was moving down the corridor from the throne room. She brushed the mane of fiery red hair back from her shoulders clasping it with a sash to make a very tight ponytail that extended down into a zenji needle at the tip. A weaker weapon but no one expected hair to be bladed. She continued down the levels into the dungeon and towards the cell with the padawan.