Bohatei Chorva
Elroodian Escapee
Location: Coronet, Apartment Complex
Participants:
Flicker
You do not yet understand.
But you must find the source.
Go, seek, and gather help.
There are many places - Strength, Center, Pain.
Go, seek, and-
Bohatei jumps to life, swinging out of a sheet that clung to his skin. Grumbling in protest to the dreams that have followed since his initial understanding of the Force, his emerald eyes blink as they adjusted to the dark night of Corellia. Occasional rays of light slip in through closed blinds, giving just enough visibility for him to make out the time on a nearby wall's clock.
12:36 AM.
Dropping the bedding from his form, Bohatei would rub a hand on the bridge of his nose to try and push cobwebs out of his mind. Rising from the mattress he was on, the Zabrak would stand up and move from his apartment's cramped bedroom and to the main room of his temporary home.
He snatched a protein wafer from a nearby counter, standard rations that he had salvaged from his ship before selling it's shattered shell for a decent enough amount of credits to get started. The crinkling plastic is split in two, peeling back the faded yellow interior and the bland tasting food within.
Bohatei would bite into the palm-length bar, gnawing on the wafer as he stared across his room and to the closed blinds.
By now, the sensations that followed his recent dreams would have long since faded. But they hadn't. The Zabrak looked around for a moment, as if searching for something as he tried to pin down the source of the unnatural chill that hung on the air.
Participants:

You do not yet understand.
But you must find the source.
Go, seek, and gather help.
There are many places - Strength, Center, Pain.
Go, seek, and-
Bohatei jumps to life, swinging out of a sheet that clung to his skin. Grumbling in protest to the dreams that have followed since his initial understanding of the Force, his emerald eyes blink as they adjusted to the dark night of Corellia. Occasional rays of light slip in through closed blinds, giving just enough visibility for him to make out the time on a nearby wall's clock.
12:36 AM.
Dropping the bedding from his form, Bohatei would rub a hand on the bridge of his nose to try and push cobwebs out of his mind. Rising from the mattress he was on, the Zabrak would stand up and move from his apartment's cramped bedroom and to the main room of his temporary home.
He snatched a protein wafer from a nearby counter, standard rations that he had salvaged from his ship before selling it's shattered shell for a decent enough amount of credits to get started. The crinkling plastic is split in two, peeling back the faded yellow interior and the bland tasting food within.
Bohatei would bite into the palm-length bar, gnawing on the wafer as he stared across his room and to the closed blinds.
By now, the sensations that followed his recent dreams would have long since faded. But they hadn't. The Zabrak looked around for a moment, as if searching for something as he tried to pin down the source of the unnatural chill that hung on the air.