Barkeep
An empty patch of space, devoid of anything that could be considered a celestial body. Far off the beaten path, kissing the very edge of the Galaxy that trillions of sentients called home; Exis Station. The little known home of Salem Norongachi and what remained of his brethren from an age long past.
Sparks danced from the super structure, small ships darting between it as engineers and mechanics sought to repair the damage it had sustained 800 years prior. A dark sword moved quietly through the void, on a circling patrol around the outer edges of the perimeter; The Hand of Fate, Imperial-Class Star Destroyer, and flag ship of Norongachi.
On board the ship sat the Lord Commander, dark and brooding he let the Force dance through his mind. The space for lightyears around became known to him, the ebb and flow of passing ship a brief blossoming of energies in his mind before they passed beyond his sight. He knew his brothers would be doing the same, sealed away aboard the station where the eyes of the techs would not find them. They were on high alert, constantly scanning for intrusions waiting for someone to stumble across their quiet retreat.
The repairs were almost complete, a week at most and then with the gifts he had at his command he would wipe clean their memories of the experience and then send them upon their way, little knowing that they had restored a fraction of his former power.
A tingle swept across his sense, a familiar feeling that set his skin to rise in goosebumps. She was dreaming again, what darkness dwelt in her slumbering mind he didn't care to ponder. [member="Anesia Jy'Vun"] , a sleeping beauty held in the cold grip of stasis deep in the bowels of the mighty warship. Sealed away until she was ready, constantly in his thoughts like an insidious parasite that he couldn't bare to purge.
She stirred, filling his mind with vivid flashes of passion and lust. A smile crept across his face, green eyes flaring as she sought to remind him of what they had been to one another. Like he could forget, those memories haunted him in more ways than he would ever tell.
"I'm here," The telepathic thought began. "I'm always here."
Sparks danced from the super structure, small ships darting between it as engineers and mechanics sought to repair the damage it had sustained 800 years prior. A dark sword moved quietly through the void, on a circling patrol around the outer edges of the perimeter; The Hand of Fate, Imperial-Class Star Destroyer, and flag ship of Norongachi.
On board the ship sat the Lord Commander, dark and brooding he let the Force dance through his mind. The space for lightyears around became known to him, the ebb and flow of passing ship a brief blossoming of energies in his mind before they passed beyond his sight. He knew his brothers would be doing the same, sealed away aboard the station where the eyes of the techs would not find them. They were on high alert, constantly scanning for intrusions waiting for someone to stumble across their quiet retreat.
The repairs were almost complete, a week at most and then with the gifts he had at his command he would wipe clean their memories of the experience and then send them upon their way, little knowing that they had restored a fraction of his former power.
A tingle swept across his sense, a familiar feeling that set his skin to rise in goosebumps. She was dreaming again, what darkness dwelt in her slumbering mind he didn't care to ponder. [member="Anesia Jy'Vun"] , a sleeping beauty held in the cold grip of stasis deep in the bowels of the mighty warship. Sealed away until she was ready, constantly in his thoughts like an insidious parasite that he couldn't bare to purge.
She stirred, filling his mind with vivid flashes of passion and lust. A smile crept across his face, green eyes flaring as she sought to remind him of what they had been to one another. Like he could forget, those memories haunted him in more ways than he would ever tell.
"I'm here," The telepathic thought began. "I'm always here."