The call home. (Serian Loria)

[Lord Kataklysmos]

Lord Kataklysmos sat in a hoverchair, with his eyes closed meditating on the mountain top of Cularin. He sat this way because his right leg was so injured from wars past that he could not find comfort in the standard meditation position. He focused intensely to get a message out to one solitary Force signature that was multiple light years away.

"Serian...." He said with his mind's voice. "Kiliquis Mountain range..."

The humidity had caused a sweat in him and the open wind dried it. His cloak clung to him with a natural adhesive.

"Serian... your family needs you." He called forth. Now it was on the decision of the haughty former Sith to respond with presence.

 

[Lord Kataklysmos]

"Serian... Serian... Serian..." His voice would haunt the dreams of the former Sith. Completely focused on the task at hand the Sith Master would not break his meditation for days. He would not eat nor drink until [member="Serian Loria"] appeared before him.

"Serian.... Serian... Serian..." He repeated over and over. "Kiliquis mountains." He would occasionally mix in his assault on the mind. The Dark Side wanted Serian back and Kataklysmos was going to make it a reality even if it drove Serian crazy.

 

[Serian Loria]

For one such as the former Sith Lord, intrusions on his mind oft had little effect beyond nuisance. The voice irked him some, but he’d long passed the point where, in his opinion, such actions were rather juvenile. The one who had this power to irk him so, was nothing more to him than some pesky gnat. One which he ignored and thought little of.


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