S P A R K
NABOO'S ORBIT
As still as swallowing midnight, and as quiet as the ceaseless void, a transport ship hung along the planetary orbit. It was a solemn effigy, torn asunder, pieces and debris dressing its proximity like the haphazard placing of lawn furniture.
Despite how well it blended into the endless void, there was a faint tug from the force. A glimpse within the maddening dark, buried deep within the circuitous corridors of the transport. Jedi Master Dynas's gem-like form drifted, cluttered along the room with an assortment of mundane objects, contrasting the pristine metals with his lustrous bezels.
Still as a fresh painting, everything in its place only moved at the slimmest increments. The vacuum was all consuming in its stillness, before it was ruptured.
A mind-shattering scream filled the hallow ambiance, transcending sound and boring into the fathomable depths of one's mind. Despite his inorganic makeup, even Dynas felt some influence from it's high pitch.
He was not alone.
Lily Decoria