D E A T H
For as long as he had been back at the Academy, Arcturus had spent very little time indeed upon Korriban itself. He'd been busy, likely purposely kept busy by his superiors, visiting worlds, assisting in dominions, attending lessons here and there when he had the time to. Life hadn't quite slotted back into place, there was no rhythm or routine, and any down time he had was usually spent traveling to the next task.
As such, Arcturus had not been able to seek out the one known as
Grundark
even once. He hadn't let the Cragmoloid know that he was back with the Eternal, hadn't had a chance to thank him for willing to be daring on Ossus, despite the trouble it had landed Arc in and maybe Grundark himself. He wasn't sure how that had gone, because he hadn't spoken to him since that comm-call.
Grundark
even once. He hadn't let the Cragmoloid know that he was back with the Eternal, hadn't had a chance to thank him for willing to be daring on Ossus, despite the trouble it had landed Arc in and maybe Grundark himself. He wasn't sure how that had gone, because he hadn't spoken to him since that comm-call.
Now, as he made his way toward wherever it was that Grundark was these days, whether by foot on Korriban or by ship further afield, Arcturus could not help but feel a little apprehensive. Truth be told he wasn't even entirely sure why he was pushing to seek the man out, there was no lesson he sought, he had not been tasked to do so, yet he felt the urge to all the same. Though they'd only truly interacted with one another a handful of times, Grundark was a breath of fresh air in these parts.
And Arcturus needed air.