Private Alone In The Dark

[PERSENUS]

859 ABY, Ruusan
His saber deactivated, retracting back into the hilt as the Sith Assassin gave into his wounds. Stumbling down to one knee as he held onto the open wound on his stomach, the acolyte gasped for the last inches of life he could breath. Three of them at once, leaping upon the traitor, yet defeated in less than a minute. Though, there was some consolation. The traitor was limping, wounds across his leg and back from their sabers, hanging onto functionality with the Force as the acolyte was with life. "You..... cannot run forever, Persenus." He muttered his name, his voice echoing in the cavernous depths of the old, ancient ruins.

Deep breaths on both sides were the only thing that could be heard for a good while. Persenus was barely keeping himself afloat, attempting to recollect his strength, rather than speaking. "You will not... escape... the empi-" The breath was taken out of him by a powerful blow to his chest, Persenus' foot essentially cementing itself into his ribs. Blood spurted out of the acolyte's mouth as he felt the durasteel armor her wore bend against the force, permeating his flesh. Still, Force Body kept him alive, but not against a saber through his head. The sound of his reactivating blade was accompanied with a scream and they were the last things that the acolyte would hear.

Persenus coughed and huffed as he was getting up and off of the acolyte's body. He was using Force Body as well, trying to keep himself from collapsing from his wounds. He rifled through their bodies, finding stims of bacta to heal his wounds. How long has it been since he left? Weeks? Months? He's been hiding underground for days on Ruusan. Time was lost on him, until the Sith Assassins found him. This place wasn't safe anymore.

He injected the three bacta stims into him, feeling better already as it stimulated the miraculous healing of his wounds, even those cauterized by the saber slashes upon his body. Nerves, tissue, bone, all mending in a matter of minutes. The deep gash on his back was becoming superficial, thankfully because the saber's crystal was focused and concentrated. If it was unstable like his, he doubted it could heal at all. Of course, the feeling of needles pricking his skin once more wasn't pleasant at all. He wasn't particularly fond of stims, not at all. Not after the pits.

In spite of the healing, he still needed time before he would dare move out again. He was in Silver Jedi territory too. Hopefully, no Jedi had sensed the presence of four Siths battling in the underground ruins. Who was he kidding? Of course there would be. There always is. "Châtsatul nun chwûqatstyûk midwan...." He mumbled to himself.
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It would seem to be such that his day at best season since his return that he found himself for the most part wandering. Alone thought seems been for the most part welcome back into the fold at best one could assume one such as he would. Wherein with most if not quite a bit of his physical scar all but heal and for the most part his mental scar as well. Or so they would say or encourage him to be lead believed or think the fact of the matter was. Deep inside part of him couldn't help fear as much doubt that it had. For as deep they were ingrained in him that however much he tried the fact remains... his dying master word along with his action soon after her passing still resonated deep within him. That as much most would assume much think ' time heals all wounds' He himself had to digress from this realizing in a brief moment of silence alone in his thought as he was at that moment. That wounds remain though in time the mind, protecting its sanity. Covers them with scar tissue and the pain of it all lessens the fact remains that it'll always be there still.

That however much or hard he tried to convince himself and be good there would always still be that part of him... the scar from the past along with the temptation however well-meaning or good he would intend that he too could fall prey. To the very idea or pitfall that had befallen his Master....for whom he'd held such a close bond with to point as much, he rather not speak fear no one could understand. That thru it all she alone understood as much stood by him thru it all....neither suppressing nor admonishing him as instead instill in him the lesson. That to this day stay with him through it at the time place him at odds with most if not quite a few those in the order. Who views his action as unorthodox as dangerous as such he'd come out to set off on his own.

Cause him to be lost both and thought of dead by most that if not for a chance meeting brought about by either fate or providence by one the master. That he came to return to their fold. Though not without exacting a heavy price which no less part him still mourns as much feel guilty of that he likes today. Found comfort in wandering the grounds alone as he let himself be lead his thought....alone though it seems not for long. For in the distance thought fleeting as it were to point as not so much detectable thru the force. Something no less caught his attention as thru his connection with the breath or at best know been the ancient heartbeat of the force. Though his command as much control of this ability was at best unreliable as most of his attempts in these matters were done. In secret as much alone and far from knowledge or most for now...


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