Character
Location: Schesa , Tower of the Left
Tags:
Mir Rhor
Credius
Dress: Long Black Version of his uniform, with a matching robe going around it… White flowers decorating it.
Gear: -Personal Surgical Tools
-Razor Finger Nails Equipped
-Sith Holocron hanging around his neck
-Carrying Bag With Crystals…
A dark shuttle flew through airspace of the capital on a path directly at the Chancellery of Unity, specifically the part of it known as the Tower of the Left. Charles sat inside quietly, thinking to himself as he prepared mentally for what he knew that he had to do. Under all of his robes and clothing were the bandages from where he had been slashed, cut, stabbed, and bit while protecting Mir Rhor from harm. It was a sign of a body that had given itself as a shield for someone, but no one whom had struck that shield still walked… no… they died very painful deaths at the hands of the Sith. Sitting at his side was the young girl whom it had all been for. Charles kept his arm draped gently over the seat behind her in a manner that was typical for him… acting like a protective brother figure.
The main worry he had at that moment though was not what was going to happen to those who were supposed to watch over the C o C project… oh no those people had signed themselves up to have their jobs ruined if he could help it. Only those who his Master absolutely needed would be spared, and once done Charles would have Director Ben pick out the best guards possible from the Executioners. Men who could easily track and follow Mir should she escape again or at least allow him to know where might be going. Not only that, they would need to be men he could trust, so Tranquility would need to run the background checks and make the final say so in the end. Sure it was a lot to be set up, but as he turned an eye to glance at the one person in the universe who seemed to shift his cold dark heart with any true warmth… well… it was worth it. That was including his desire to take responsibility for Mir’s actions in the first place.
Charles never found his Master to be an unreasonable man, and certainly not illogical. He would not have followed him if he was. He didn’t exactly know about Mir till much later anyway, and by then he had come to believe in the man’s vision for the Union. So much so that he had no ambition to supplant the Sith Lord, he was perfectly happy following… so long as long any dog he was taken care. That was why today worried him. Mir was the variable when it came to this, a potential place that could split that loyalty, and so he always was doing mental gymnastics to balance the two. That would including taking the little girl’s place whenever it came to being punished, ”We will be touching down in a few moments sir, it is a little wet outside, be careful of the rain.”
Looking up the Sith only nodded as he actually stood up… the effect of landing didn’t seem to have much effect on him even as he slung the sack of crystals over his shoulders as the ramp opened. The male who as usual in in Mir’s presence wasn’t wearing his mask smiled, as he held out his hand for her to take, to be honest though it was just the large man’s teeth clenching together. Once she did he walked at her side gingerly to docking ramp, and letting go of the girl’s hand, he would reach back take hold of his cloak… holding it up high enough that it provided Mir with complete protection from the rain as they walked. True Charles got soaked, but that hardly mattered, as a doctor for the test subject he did what he could to make sure they didn’t take any risk to their health. So as they walked inside the Sith turned the corner, not knowing what was about to happen he simply reached down and ruffled Mir’s hair saying,
”Hey Mir whatever happens… just remember… we have had a lot together haven’t we…” His words were warm, kind, fatherly and very uncharacteristic in their tone for the Sith’s normal way of speaking. It wouldn’t be the first time she had heard him speak that same cryptic phrase. If she connected it with the fact that she would be their while he was around Cardius was a different story. He always worried about what the end result would be for the girl after everything… maybe he was getting too involved as the profession he claimed to be. Still his Master had never failed to constantly ‘award’ him as it were… giving him the small things that Charles needed to stay loyal. What he was never sure of… was the Sith Lords vagueness on the matter a method of doing so.
Whenever they reached the room that was usually used for the meetings between the two, Charles reached out and pressed the button guiding Mir into the room. He waited until the door close behind and bowed at the waist almost instantly. Not only was he in his Master’s presence, but Mir’s as well. The basic bottom of the totem pool… well at least from Charles point of view, and so looking at the ground he spoke, ”Master I have returned from leading the Tomb Fleet against our enemies, as well as Ilum to bring these Kyber Crystals. Whenever I was there I ran into an unexpected guest… Mir it seemed decided to go for a little walk and found her way across the system deep in those caves. However it happened Master I take responsibility… don’t punish her for it.”
As he said that Charles hand slow came up between Cerduis and Mir, but not once did he look up. His large body at that moment was completely teased up ready to protect the young girl he was assigned to protect. He would use his body to do so even from his Master’s anger, even if the act was accidental. He knew from experience that the dark side could cause one to do things by lashing out if they were not careful. At the same time it was an evidence of Charles weakness towards the ladies… he sentimental sometimes.
Tags:
Mir Rhor
Credius
Dress: Long Black Version of his uniform, with a matching robe going around it… White flowers decorating it.
Gear: -Personal Surgical Tools
-Razor Finger Nails Equipped
-Sith Holocron hanging around his neck
-Carrying Bag With Crystals…
A dark shuttle flew through airspace of the capital on a path directly at the Chancellery of Unity, specifically the part of it known as the Tower of the Left. Charles sat inside quietly, thinking to himself as he prepared mentally for what he knew that he had to do. Under all of his robes and clothing were the bandages from where he had been slashed, cut, stabbed, and bit while protecting Mir Rhor from harm. It was a sign of a body that had given itself as a shield for someone, but no one whom had struck that shield still walked… no… they died very painful deaths at the hands of the Sith. Sitting at his side was the young girl whom it had all been for. Charles kept his arm draped gently over the seat behind her in a manner that was typical for him… acting like a protective brother figure.
The main worry he had at that moment though was not what was going to happen to those who were supposed to watch over the C o C project… oh no those people had signed themselves up to have their jobs ruined if he could help it. Only those who his Master absolutely needed would be spared, and once done Charles would have Director Ben pick out the best guards possible from the Executioners. Men who could easily track and follow Mir should she escape again or at least allow him to know where might be going. Not only that, they would need to be men he could trust, so Tranquility would need to run the background checks and make the final say so in the end. Sure it was a lot to be set up, but as he turned an eye to glance at the one person in the universe who seemed to shift his cold dark heart with any true warmth… well… it was worth it. That was including his desire to take responsibility for Mir’s actions in the first place.
Charles never found his Master to be an unreasonable man, and certainly not illogical. He would not have followed him if he was. He didn’t exactly know about Mir till much later anyway, and by then he had come to believe in the man’s vision for the Union. So much so that he had no ambition to supplant the Sith Lord, he was perfectly happy following… so long as long any dog he was taken care. That was why today worried him. Mir was the variable when it came to this, a potential place that could split that loyalty, and so he always was doing mental gymnastics to balance the two. That would including taking the little girl’s place whenever it came to being punished, ”We will be touching down in a few moments sir, it is a little wet outside, be careful of the rain.”
Looking up the Sith only nodded as he actually stood up… the effect of landing didn’t seem to have much effect on him even as he slung the sack of crystals over his shoulders as the ramp opened. The male who as usual in in Mir’s presence wasn’t wearing his mask smiled, as he held out his hand for her to take, to be honest though it was just the large man’s teeth clenching together. Once she did he walked at her side gingerly to docking ramp, and letting go of the girl’s hand, he would reach back take hold of his cloak… holding it up high enough that it provided Mir with complete protection from the rain as they walked. True Charles got soaked, but that hardly mattered, as a doctor for the test subject he did what he could to make sure they didn’t take any risk to their health. So as they walked inside the Sith turned the corner, not knowing what was about to happen he simply reached down and ruffled Mir’s hair saying,
”Hey Mir whatever happens… just remember… we have had a lot together haven’t we…” His words were warm, kind, fatherly and very uncharacteristic in their tone for the Sith’s normal way of speaking. It wouldn’t be the first time she had heard him speak that same cryptic phrase. If she connected it with the fact that she would be their while he was around Cardius was a different story. He always worried about what the end result would be for the girl after everything… maybe he was getting too involved as the profession he claimed to be. Still his Master had never failed to constantly ‘award’ him as it were… giving him the small things that Charles needed to stay loyal. What he was never sure of… was the Sith Lords vagueness on the matter a method of doing so.
Whenever they reached the room that was usually used for the meetings between the two, Charles reached out and pressed the button guiding Mir into the room. He waited until the door close behind and bowed at the waist almost instantly. Not only was he in his Master’s presence, but Mir’s as well. The basic bottom of the totem pool… well at least from Charles point of view, and so looking at the ground he spoke, ”Master I have returned from leading the Tomb Fleet against our enemies, as well as Ilum to bring these Kyber Crystals. Whenever I was there I ran into an unexpected guest… Mir it seemed decided to go for a little walk and found her way across the system deep in those caves. However it happened Master I take responsibility… don’t punish her for it.”
As he said that Charles hand slow came up between Cerduis and Mir, but not once did he look up. His large body at that moment was completely teased up ready to protect the young girl he was assigned to protect. He would use his body to do so even from his Master’s anger, even if the act was accidental. He knew from experience that the dark side could cause one to do things by lashing out if they were not careful. At the same time it was an evidence of Charles weakness towards the ladies… he sentimental sometimes.