P A N [D E M O N] I U M
Aurum
The Enclave
Docking Bay
Pad 1-B
In a time long since past, the one known as Ket Van-Derveld might have come here for a purpose other than what was going through his mind. He had no love for anyone these nights. Not the Fringe, nor the Sith, or the Jedi, or even odd little splinter groups like the Sanctum or even the Moross. Truth be told, he cared not what happened to him anymore. Ever since that one long night in the desert on Tatooine, he'd come to a very specific conclusion. He was a broken man, and had been for a long, long time, well before his Force-induced jump into current times. That sad part was that he felt next to nothing anymore. The pain and anguish of his life had brought him to his knees, in a manner of speaking. Yet he knew enough to seek out someone who might help him. And that's why he was here, on this barren planet that had seen more war and devastation than even his native Nar Shaddaa. Out on those lonely sand dunes, Coryth had begun to make him think. It was something h'd not done in decades. Thinking on just who he really was, and what his purpose in this life was. Force knew he had more power at his command than most standing armies, and could flatten most with but a solitary thought, yet, he had no ambition to do so. No, his talents were wasted, as Coryth had so eloquently put it. So as that ramp to the Star lowered, he walked down it slowly, his sapphire eyes almost devoid of life. His head hung low, and even now, he felt no need to preen, no need to seem larger than life. Clad in his leather pants and boots, he was devoid of armor, a white button-up dress shirt under the floor-length leather coat that hung loose upon his shoulders.
As he walked, a few armed guards had come running up to him, and even as they stopped to question him, he kept on walking. It was as if they weren't even there to him. They all gave themselves a rather shocked look, before marching back around, pointing their weapons at him once again. He stopped a moment, and the leader of the guards spoke.
"You, this is restricted space. State your name and purpose!"
Ket paused a moment. He took a deep breath in, and exhaled just the same. "Bring me to The Reviver. Bring me to the one they call Inari. I've need of her unique insights..." he seemed to fight with this next bit, but he uttered it none-the-less. "...please."
[member="Amorella Mae"]
The Enclave
Docking Bay
Pad 1-B
In a time long since past, the one known as Ket Van-Derveld might have come here for a purpose other than what was going through his mind. He had no love for anyone these nights. Not the Fringe, nor the Sith, or the Jedi, or even odd little splinter groups like the Sanctum or even the Moross. Truth be told, he cared not what happened to him anymore. Ever since that one long night in the desert on Tatooine, he'd come to a very specific conclusion. He was a broken man, and had been for a long, long time, well before his Force-induced jump into current times. That sad part was that he felt next to nothing anymore. The pain and anguish of his life had brought him to his knees, in a manner of speaking. Yet he knew enough to seek out someone who might help him. And that's why he was here, on this barren planet that had seen more war and devastation than even his native Nar Shaddaa. Out on those lonely sand dunes, Coryth had begun to make him think. It was something h'd not done in decades. Thinking on just who he really was, and what his purpose in this life was. Force knew he had more power at his command than most standing armies, and could flatten most with but a solitary thought, yet, he had no ambition to do so. No, his talents were wasted, as Coryth had so eloquently put it. So as that ramp to the Star lowered, he walked down it slowly, his sapphire eyes almost devoid of life. His head hung low, and even now, he felt no need to preen, no need to seem larger than life. Clad in his leather pants and boots, he was devoid of armor, a white button-up dress shirt under the floor-length leather coat that hung loose upon his shoulders.
As he walked, a few armed guards had come running up to him, and even as they stopped to question him, he kept on walking. It was as if they weren't even there to him. They all gave themselves a rather shocked look, before marching back around, pointing their weapons at him once again. He stopped a moment, and the leader of the guards spoke.
"You, this is restricted space. State your name and purpose!"
Ket paused a moment. He took a deep breath in, and exhaled just the same. "Bring me to The Reviver. Bring me to the one they call Inari. I've need of her unique insights..." he seemed to fight with this next bit, but he uttered it none-the-less. "...please."
[member="Amorella Mae"]