Darth Morrow
Queen of Horror

Unknown Region
On Route - Alteria
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The transport drifted through space in the unknown region, its engines cut and the lights of interior dimmed in its offline state. Travel had consumed day after day of the small group of inhabitants, Aveline Pentagast, her daughter Cara and their guard Alexi. After all, they were running from the horrific acts that had occurred on Iridonia, acts that not even the public knew. What only made their state worse was that Aveline knew he would catch up, her thoughts crowded with that of the Emperor sending hunters in chase, it was her ship after all; Morrows ship.
When grounded on Hapes, she found assistance in disguising the modest transport gifted to her by her husband, though that felt like years ago, even if it was only months. Wearing paint detailed the side of the vehicle, the chipping edges giving way to the hiding insignia of red and black. On inspection the craft seemed to barely hold itself together, its repair from their first crash makeshift at best; enough to get them flying and to their destination but nothing more.
Though she sought to abandon all memory of that life her mind was haunted by a small desire, a horror at the small idea of parting with the craft her husband gifted her when she was still nothing but an apprentice. Though that was not who she was now, it was not who she wished to be. Eyes watched the space around them, her legs crossed up onto the pilots chair as she waited anxiously, sleep no longer even registering as a need.
"Kieran, if only you could see me now... How different our life could have been." A quiet word escaped, her tone melancholic as she once more pulled the tomb from Karliah into her lap. "I should have joined you long ago... But I'm sure you'd never accept who I've become. I'm trying to make it right..."
