The hiss of hydraulics filled the hangar as the Tempus Ardet's cargo bay opened, allowing dozens of people to crawl from the place they had spent the last few days. Most of them were refugees, victims of the war between the Mandalorians and the Sith, the normal people whom had lived on Dromund Kaas prior to it's near destruction. Turin Val Kur was not one of these unfortunates. He was here for a different purpose. Kro Var, home of the Shapers. They were another step to Turin's goal of accumulating knowledge, a part of his pilgrimage throughout the Galaxy.
Shrugging the small bag into a more comfortable position on his shoulder, he pulled down his burlap hood of his cloak and looked through the doors of the hangar. It was a barren world, far from most civilization, far in the Unknown Regions. He had only been this far away from civilization once, when he was on the run from the Republic. His cold, blue eyes shifted as they fell upon the large, orange sun. He would find the Shapers. Or they would find him, it wasn't often a Force user came to their planet and he was sure they would want to know what he was doing, snooping around.
@[member="Lexa Kimene"]
Shrugging the small bag into a more comfortable position on his shoulder, he pulled down his burlap hood of his cloak and looked through the doors of the hangar. It was a barren world, far from most civilization, far in the Unknown Regions. He had only been this far away from civilization once, when he was on the run from the Republic. His cold, blue eyes shifted as they fell upon the large, orange sun. He would find the Shapers. Or they would find him, it wasn't often a Force user came to their planet and he was sure they would want to know what he was doing, snooping around.
@[member="Lexa Kimene"]