Wed Feb 22, 2012 1:48 pm by Kairos Vic'eros
Moments later an I-7 holwrunner bearing a few scorch marks and grey streaks glided into the hangar its engine nozzles glowing a soft eerie blue as the craft slowed further still and made a smooth descent. The crafts appearance told that the vessel had seen a fair bit of action and that its pilot or more correctly former pilot hadn't been most inclined to patch her up too much.
However me being its single occupant now was of very much a different cut to the crafts original Master and here was where vessel and the vessel and myself now shared a common loss, we had both lost a Master.
I couldn't seal or stem the emotion that seeped from me, iw as far too tired, yet neither did I wish to conceal it. If the Jedi were to believe my version of events I had to stick as close to the truth as possible, besides I had already figured that the feelings I had were natural ones that most would have having witnessed a loss. The Jedi would know this, what I would keep from them was the fact I had already acted upon my feelings and how they had made me strong and how now I was beginning to see the cracks in the Jedi Order. Its mantra to protect was not nearly as complete or universal as they believed, and if they had failed to protect my family how could they protect someones family whom they didn't even know.
I looked at my ashen tear stricken pale face in the reflection of the viewport, I then saw beyond into the hangar itself. It was of modest size with all the usual parafanelia one would expect to find such as jacks, lifts, refueling pumps and the likes, but what cuaght my attention was the Zabrak male who was standing surveying the craft with some interest. I could feel through the force to a degree the force flowing from him, yet oddly my senses were hampered. I found unusually and much to my alarm and distaste the force's currents were disturbed. It were like trying to see with a tinted shiled over my eyes. I could still see but the clarity was missing. My conenction to the force was hampered and it wavered.
I puzzled over this fact and bit my bottom lip in worry. Perhaps shock had shaken me so much my senses were rattled and would soon return, yes I convinced my self that was the case and rose slowly and turned walking out of the cockpit amd exited the ship my dirt clad scuffed black boots striking the floor softly.
I then turned slowly and walked toward the Zabrak my head lowered my arms hanging limp . I walked with the pain of a dejected youth I was. My suffering surely would be clear for it was written across my whole being.