flesh is temporary
It was rare that he found his attentions drawn in such a way to the outer reaches of galactic space.
Sure, that was where his ship travelled, but the galaxy's southern reaches had lain empty and forgotten for years now, with the falling of the Confederacy. His ship darted from system to system, or even to various places in empty space. Never staying too long, making of itself a target. He travelled the galaxy in mind, whether observing the real world or the tenuous, nebulous realms attached to it. At times, he could see those he knew travelling in places they should not, like Arcturus Dinn exploring the Nether with naught but a shadow for company and protection.
Other times...
Something new.
His spirit rushed to the place, coalescing within moments. Wherever it was, the Force was strong; as he gazed around, at the greenery, the trees, the birds, he realized it was a garden, but...not on a planet. In space. In a moment, he considered tearing it to shreds, rotting everything around him, until he found that which drew his attention, which called to his senses; and even then, he still had some small appreciation for aesthetics, and was disinclined to destroy a piece of art on a whim.
No doubt it would anger the one nearby, anyways.
In a shadowy form unburdened by detail of face or much beyond a sillhouette, he strode silently up to the one who sat meditating in the garden, his face—such as it was—trained upon her. Undoubtedly, she could feel the intent and curiosity evident in his gaze.
"You are troubled," he stated plainly. "Enough that even I could sense it."
He would not beat around the bush. He would satisfy his curiosity, see if there was any use to the girl, and likely be off again within minutes.
Asha Hex
Sure, that was where his ship travelled, but the galaxy's southern reaches had lain empty and forgotten for years now, with the falling of the Confederacy. His ship darted from system to system, or even to various places in empty space. Never staying too long, making of itself a target. He travelled the galaxy in mind, whether observing the real world or the tenuous, nebulous realms attached to it. At times, he could see those he knew travelling in places they should not, like Arcturus Dinn exploring the Nether with naught but a shadow for company and protection.
Other times...
Something new.
His spirit rushed to the place, coalescing within moments. Wherever it was, the Force was strong; as he gazed around, at the greenery, the trees, the birds, he realized it was a garden, but...not on a planet. In space. In a moment, he considered tearing it to shreds, rotting everything around him, until he found that which drew his attention, which called to his senses; and even then, he still had some small appreciation for aesthetics, and was disinclined to destroy a piece of art on a whim.
No doubt it would anger the one nearby, anyways.
In a shadowy form unburdened by detail of face or much beyond a sillhouette, he strode silently up to the one who sat meditating in the garden, his face—such as it was—trained upon her. Undoubtedly, she could feel the intent and curiosity evident in his gaze.
"You are troubled," he stated plainly. "Enough that even I could sense it."
He would not beat around the bush. He would satisfy his curiosity, see if there was any use to the girl, and likely be off again within minutes.
Asha Hex