M E A T B A G
When all aetheric sensation had been stripped from his flesh, Vor'en knew that they should turn away from this path. It wasn't natural and having been closed off from something he had known all of his life was... disturbing at best. He wanted to get away, to run in the opposite direction and carry on with their assigned duties. However, as the Kel Dor matured past the stage of adolescence, his hunger for knowledge grew. Despite almost every fiber of his being telling him to flee, the Jedi held true to the one strand that pulled him ever closer to finding the answers he sought. While there was an old saying that involved curiosity and the murder of felines, the Padawan had believed such words were attributed to the unenlightened minds of those unwilling to come face to face with the truth. Instead, the Kel Dor's secret mantra had pertained to the righteous of knowledge and the sinful pursuits of ignorance. Thus, in repeating his silent words and returning to the Ready Room, did Vor'en finally learn that this should've been a time that an exception should've been made.
Their Knight-Advisor was dead. His corpse was staring blankly into the embedded illumination strips hanging above. The Captain stood above, with a weak smile painting his lips. He spoke of disappointment, and betrayal. Though, in the act of seeking to weave a tapestry of blame to lay at their feet, the man had revealed his treachery. Who but the murderer himself would attempt to draw suspicion away, and place it upon those that were blameless? With such a conclusion drawn, Vor'en had almost given his accusation a voice, but at the last moment, he had snuffed out such a foolish course of action. They could make the attempt to arrest him for his callous betrayal, but all the evidence had pointed in an unfavorable direction. They'd be apprehended, thrown into the brig, and await whatever fate would come their way. Which the Kel Dor knew would most certainly be death.
If only they could find the truth. They'd need more time, of which, sadly, was running out far too quickly for his liking. He had to do something, but the Padawan was unsure exactly what. It seemed the Captain had carefully planned for almost every eventuality. Severing their connection to the Force, and denying their lightsabers of their killing edge. Who was to say what they had done to the rest of their equipment? Shaking his head, and secretly thankful that he was unable to feel their Knight-Advisor's passing, Vor'en turned towards his comrades.
"There comes a time in our lives that a choice must be made. While you are all free to do as you please, I must insist that you flee this vessel. There is little time for debate, and our innocence cannot be proven from behind bars. Go to the planet, if you must. Get in touch with the Republic, inform them of what's transpired here. They must know that the Darkness has tainted One of their own." Drawing in a massive lungful of filtered air, the Kel Dor Padawan turns towards the Traitor and slips his taloned hands into the depths of his chestnut-hued Robe. "I will accept your crimes as my own, and willingly give myself into your custody. Only if I have your word, if there is any honor left, that my fellow Apprentices may leave unharmed."
| [member="Oculte Lumines"] | [member="Dallen Thayne"] | [member="Maxumus Corvus"] | [member="Sai Fel"] |
Their Knight-Advisor was dead. His corpse was staring blankly into the embedded illumination strips hanging above. The Captain stood above, with a weak smile painting his lips. He spoke of disappointment, and betrayal. Though, in the act of seeking to weave a tapestry of blame to lay at their feet, the man had revealed his treachery. Who but the murderer himself would attempt to draw suspicion away, and place it upon those that were blameless? With such a conclusion drawn, Vor'en had almost given his accusation a voice, but at the last moment, he had snuffed out such a foolish course of action. They could make the attempt to arrest him for his callous betrayal, but all the evidence had pointed in an unfavorable direction. They'd be apprehended, thrown into the brig, and await whatever fate would come their way. Which the Kel Dor knew would most certainly be death.
If only they could find the truth. They'd need more time, of which, sadly, was running out far too quickly for his liking. He had to do something, but the Padawan was unsure exactly what. It seemed the Captain had carefully planned for almost every eventuality. Severing their connection to the Force, and denying their lightsabers of their killing edge. Who was to say what they had done to the rest of their equipment? Shaking his head, and secretly thankful that he was unable to feel their Knight-Advisor's passing, Vor'en turned towards his comrades.
"There comes a time in our lives that a choice must be made. While you are all free to do as you please, I must insist that you flee this vessel. There is little time for debate, and our innocence cannot be proven from behind bars. Go to the planet, if you must. Get in touch with the Republic, inform them of what's transpired here. They must know that the Darkness has tainted One of their own." Drawing in a massive lungful of filtered air, the Kel Dor Padawan turns towards the Traitor and slips his taloned hands into the depths of his chestnut-hued Robe. "I will accept your crimes as my own, and willingly give myself into your custody. Only if I have your word, if there is any honor left, that my fellow Apprentices may leave unharmed."
| [member="Oculte Lumines"] | [member="Dallen Thayne"] | [member="Maxumus Corvus"] | [member="Sai Fel"] |
