Tyberius Fel
Rightful Galactic Emperor
Vorian trailed his hand along his stomach, running his fingers across the pink scar that snaked along the pale flesh. The Jedi Knight was quite unsure if he would ever forget the sensation of containment field restrained plasma reducing his insides to molten. 'Pain' did not even remotely describe the bubbling, exploding agony of air whistling through a gaping hole that was scorched through your body, tickling exposed intestines and organs that had spent a entire existence devoid of Days after, it haunted him. Sleep came rarely to Vorian now, and when it did, it often involved that insectoid creature, armored in chitin standing above him, spilling out jabs and taunts as he held that crimson lightsaber within a murderous grasp like a cruel boy with a magnifying glass over a ant nest. Helplessness.. was that why those who feel feeble turn to the dark side?
"Approaching planetary surface." Came the mechanic sizzle of the automated voice sprouting from the shuttle's intercom.
Peering outside the view port the familiar gray marble, mottled with icy whites and blues seemed to inexorably expand across the vastness of space until it consumed his entire vision. The shuttle tore through the atmosphere and leveled a few thousand feet above ground level, hurtling at break neck speeds over sprawling citadels, ghettos and slums which blurred into a uniform gray streak with the immense velocity.
Did she still live down there? Could I find her? Rescue her?
Vorian pushed the hazy memory of the toothy smile, pinched chin and bright eyes out of his mind. What good would it do to hope against hope? Vorian was a Jedi Knight now. A logical being, driven by performing the greater good for the innumerable residents of the interstellar community. But still..
The shuttle abruptly halted, sending a foul rattle through it's occupants. While mildly uncomfortable for the majority of those seated, for Vorian, who had sustained several fractured and broken bones only partially healed by a brief bacta immersion, it felt as if his skeleton would tear itself out of it's flesh suit as his body was consumed in a stab of white hot pain. Only strict Jedi discipline prevented Vorian from screaming out in abandoned.
Vorian's face tightened into a frown as the spacecraft shook and shivered all the way down onto the landing pad. The Jedi Knight withdrew his nails from the punctured armrests of his seat as he pushed himself onto his feet, merging with the stream of businessmen, tourists and military personal that flowed down the ramp into the frigid open air of Arkania.
Like a rock in the ford, the tide of grumbling humanoids parted against a solitary, tall willow of a pale woman.
"..Mother?"
"Approaching planetary surface." Came the mechanic sizzle of the automated voice sprouting from the shuttle's intercom.
Peering outside the view port the familiar gray marble, mottled with icy whites and blues seemed to inexorably expand across the vastness of space until it consumed his entire vision. The shuttle tore through the atmosphere and leveled a few thousand feet above ground level, hurtling at break neck speeds over sprawling citadels, ghettos and slums which blurred into a uniform gray streak with the immense velocity.
Did she still live down there? Could I find her? Rescue her?
Vorian pushed the hazy memory of the toothy smile, pinched chin and bright eyes out of his mind. What good would it do to hope against hope? Vorian was a Jedi Knight now. A logical being, driven by performing the greater good for the innumerable residents of the interstellar community. But still..
The shuttle abruptly halted, sending a foul rattle through it's occupants. While mildly uncomfortable for the majority of those seated, for Vorian, who had sustained several fractured and broken bones only partially healed by a brief bacta immersion, it felt as if his skeleton would tear itself out of it's flesh suit as his body was consumed in a stab of white hot pain. Only strict Jedi discipline prevented Vorian from screaming out in abandoned.
Vorian's face tightened into a frown as the spacecraft shook and shivered all the way down onto the landing pad. The Jedi Knight withdrew his nails from the punctured armrests of his seat as he pushed himself onto his feet, merging with the stream of businessmen, tourists and military personal that flowed down the ramp into the frigid open air of Arkania.
Like a rock in the ford, the tide of grumbling humanoids parted against a solitary, tall willow of a pale woman.
"..Mother?"
