KAR
KitKat
Location: Aboard a Ship - In Detention Cell
The events of the other day were a blur. Katarine had been taken off guard by a Shaper of Kro Var, a group of darksiders she thought were extinct. They must have risen again in this time period and unfortunately she had not known enough about their Force abilities to defend against it. When she opened her deep green eyes the blurry room came into view. She groaned and pushed her head slightly off the ground. She could see a small window in the cell, and hear voices outside of it, but so far nobody was in view. She sat up properly and winced. Glancing at her arm she saw bandages over her forearm and a brief snip of the battle came into view. So much fire. The skin under the bandage burned but somebody had gone through the trouble of caring for the wound. This ruled out immediate execution at least.
She pushed on her ribs and noticed they were tender, but nothing was broken. The tight white tank top she had on also had no blood on it, meaning she hadn't been harmed beyond the burn. Her flight jacket, and more importantly the lightsaber inside it, were nowhere to be found. She checked her leather boots and cursed mentally. The blaster that was usually hid inside the boots was also gone. Her tight black flight pants were not ripped and also contained no blood. All and all she had been in worse situations.She leaned against the wall and slowly got to her feet, gingerly testing her balance and strength. Everything was normal and she could walk just fine, indicating that the darksider who had taken her had tried to do as little damage as possible. He must need her alive for some reason. Those reasons were never good in her experience.
Without warning the cell door slid open so someone could enter.
Gabriel Volturi
Ben Craig
The events of the other day were a blur. Katarine had been taken off guard by a Shaper of Kro Var, a group of darksiders she thought were extinct. They must have risen again in this time period and unfortunately she had not known enough about their Force abilities to defend against it. When she opened her deep green eyes the blurry room came into view. She groaned and pushed her head slightly off the ground. She could see a small window in the cell, and hear voices outside of it, but so far nobody was in view. She sat up properly and winced. Glancing at her arm she saw bandages over her forearm and a brief snip of the battle came into view. So much fire. The skin under the bandage burned but somebody had gone through the trouble of caring for the wound. This ruled out immediate execution at least.
She pushed on her ribs and noticed they were tender, but nothing was broken. The tight white tank top she had on also had no blood on it, meaning she hadn't been harmed beyond the burn. Her flight jacket, and more importantly the lightsaber inside it, were nowhere to be found. She checked her leather boots and cursed mentally. The blaster that was usually hid inside the boots was also gone. Her tight black flight pants were not ripped and also contained no blood. All and all she had been in worse situations.She leaned against the wall and slowly got to her feet, gingerly testing her balance and strength. Everything was normal and she could walk just fine, indicating that the darksider who had taken her had tried to do as little damage as possible. He must need her alive for some reason. Those reasons were never good in her experience.
Without warning the cell door slid open so someone could enter.
Gabriel Volturi
Ben Craig
