Atrisia, what an interesting world it was. Soliael stood within the center of Jar'Kai, Atrisias largest city and its capital. He stared about at the hustle and bustle of all the people, observing them with a quiet eye. Every now and then a small black speck floated across his eye. It was almost unnoticeable to him, impossible to see unless one was looking for it, unless one knew it was there. Quietly he searched the crowds.
He was looking for no one in particular, but he had found that in this galaxy there were few planets that did not hold anything of interest. Atrisia, he suspected held many interesting things and that was why he was here now. Soliael was looking for something, anything that could be of interest to him. Slowly Soliael panned his head to the side until he spied a group of soldiers. He found that their armor was perfectly lined, it was smooth and flowing, almost beautiful. He appreciated the artwork of it and almost became lost within it until finally he snapped out of it.
Soliael frowned slightly as he moved back into real life. Finally he began to move away from the square. As he walked a man stepped up to him, the man unnoticeable by Soliael bumped into him and in one quick motion slipped the ring off the Sith's fingers. The man was a pickpocket, though Soliael guessed that.
As son as the ring slipped off his finger however it was too late. A torrent of darkside energy lashed out, Soliael became a lighthouse of the force. At the same time a wave of pain came over him. The Force crashed back into him causing pain. He fell to his knee's, nearly collapsing completely.
He was looking for no one in particular, but he had found that in this galaxy there were few planets that did not hold anything of interest. Atrisia, he suspected held many interesting things and that was why he was here now. Soliael was looking for something, anything that could be of interest to him. Slowly Soliael panned his head to the side until he spied a group of soldiers. He found that their armor was perfectly lined, it was smooth and flowing, almost beautiful. He appreciated the artwork of it and almost became lost within it until finally he snapped out of it.
Soliael frowned slightly as he moved back into real life. Finally he began to move away from the square. As he walked a man stepped up to him, the man unnoticeable by Soliael bumped into him and in one quick motion slipped the ring off the Sith's fingers. The man was a pickpocket, though Soliael guessed that.
As son as the ring slipped off his finger however it was too late. A torrent of darkside energy lashed out, Soliael became a lighthouse of the force. At the same time a wave of pain came over him. The Force crashed back into him causing pain. He fell to his knee's, nearly collapsing completely.