Devotee of Fear
The low hum of idling electronics in the Aegis' cockpit made for a useful meditation aid. Or, it had once served such a purpose. Now, every whistle, beep, click and Sith-damned trill broke Kyrilu from his attempts to settle his turbulent, broiling thought-cage. It had been a lean few weeks for Ky recently, the only jobs coming in either piddly sabotage work from two-bit crime lords or pain in the arse aristocrats with a grudge against their rival house. Things had gotten so bad he had started trawling the holonet for leisure, or pleasure, resort holidays in the inner rim just to kill the boredom. He was only lying to himself, however, he'd never have went through with it; by the end of day one he'd have been casing the resort's headquarters for a juicy packet of corporate secrets to find a buyer for just to keep things interesting.
So it was he found himself sat in the pilot's throne of the Aegis, feet up on the console and a lho-stick wedged between his teeth, pretending that he could still find the inner peace Master Valens had always parroted at him. Done with the charade of meditating, he held the lho-stick in his pursed lips as he re-tied the grey cloth about his head over his "eyes". It was an affect he couldn't shake, even now that he had been on his own for almost a decade, and even when in the privacy of his own ship with only the whirr of machines for company, but he knew the unsettling effect his vestigial eye sockets had on others, and at the jedi temple it had been part of his waking routine to secure the cloth over his sockets. The imminent meet with his new prospective client was only via the holoprojector whirring faintly on the console, so the cloth was really just a formality, but...old habits.
Before he had time to contemplate backing out of the meeting again, the holoprojector trilled, then buzzed like a dozen gnatflies trapped in a glass bottle as it powered up at his touch.
"Good morning, noon or night, mamzel! Nice of you to finally show!"
So it was he found himself sat in the pilot's throne of the Aegis, feet up on the console and a lho-stick wedged between his teeth, pretending that he could still find the inner peace Master Valens had always parroted at him. Done with the charade of meditating, he held the lho-stick in his pursed lips as he re-tied the grey cloth about his head over his "eyes". It was an affect he couldn't shake, even now that he had been on his own for almost a decade, and even when in the privacy of his own ship with only the whirr of machines for company, but he knew the unsettling effect his vestigial eye sockets had on others, and at the jedi temple it had been part of his waking routine to secure the cloth over his sockets. The imminent meet with his new prospective client was only via the holoprojector whirring faintly on the console, so the cloth was really just a formality, but...old habits.
Before he had time to contemplate backing out of the meeting again, the holoprojector trilled, then buzzed like a dozen gnatflies trapped in a glass bottle as it powered up at his touch.
"Good morning, noon or night, mamzel! Nice of you to finally show!"