Ryloth - Crash Site
The circular ship was still smoking. It had entered the atmosphere at crashing speeds and just missed a boiling lake. Underneath some of the wreckage a man was shivering, despite the humid air surrounding him. He was aware of the need to get up, but his body didn't seem to be able to. He sat up slightly and retched all over the ground beside him. The dark haired muscular form of Daxium Ryiah was covered in a cold sweat, and he was clearly violently ill.
He had barely escaped his castle with his life after his twin and the mercenary had destroyed it. His home burned like the rage inside him. Muttering to himself, he tried to sit up again. He wanted to find the pair and destroy them. They had to pay for what they had done. As he went to sit up again he realized his ribs were broken and grimaced in pain. His shirt had torn away from him in the wreck, and scratches littered his muscular chest. There were several puncture marks that were bleeding. His fingers traced these marks, and pulled on the shrapnel stuck in his skin. With blinding pain they came free and the man threw up again. He'd been ill ever since he watched in horror as his home burned around him. It was almost as if the Force itself was making him sick. He heard footsteps approaching and growled.
GET UP he willed himself. Staggering the man gained his feet and everything started to spin. He fell to his knees with a snarl and vomited again. It was pitiful that Lord Ravage should be so weak, yet all his energy seemed to be going into remaining conscious.
The circular ship was still smoking. It had entered the atmosphere at crashing speeds and just missed a boiling lake. Underneath some of the wreckage a man was shivering, despite the humid air surrounding him. He was aware of the need to get up, but his body didn't seem to be able to. He sat up slightly and retched all over the ground beside him. The dark haired muscular form of Daxium Ryiah was covered in a cold sweat, and he was clearly violently ill.
He had barely escaped his castle with his life after his twin and the mercenary had destroyed it. His home burned like the rage inside him. Muttering to himself, he tried to sit up again. He wanted to find the pair and destroy them. They had to pay for what they had done. As he went to sit up again he realized his ribs were broken and grimaced in pain. His shirt had torn away from him in the wreck, and scratches littered his muscular chest. There were several puncture marks that were bleeding. His fingers traced these marks, and pulled on the shrapnel stuck in his skin. With blinding pain they came free and the man threw up again. He'd been ill ever since he watched in horror as his home burned around him. It was almost as if the Force itself was making him sick. He heard footsteps approaching and growled.
GET UP he willed himself. Staggering the man gained his feet and everything started to spin. He fell to his knees with a snarl and vomited again. It was pitiful that Lord Ravage should be so weak, yet all his energy seemed to be going into remaining conscious.