The nice Vanagor died, now you get me.
ODESSEN
ALLIANCE BASE
Michael, Gabriel, Azrael, Sariel, Raphael, Jeremiel, Connel, Raguel
[Any text in brackets signifies comm-link usage and not face to face conversation]
The lights were out in the training room.
In fact, it was pitch black. One attuned to the Force would certainly know that Connel Vanagor was in there. He was there alone and quiet. Anyone else would see nothing but “black” unless they turned on the lights, and to do that they would have to engage the power for the room. Why was this? Why was he in there in the dark?
Was he meditating?
Was he just being anti-social?
~SNAP-HISS~
There was a flurry of noise, combative noise and if anyone came in, they would see him tearing through multiple NAHK - 8675309 Training Droids. The Shadow had programmed them to come at him HARD, with the safeties off. This was a training program of his father’s a long time ago, Connel himself had done this years ago and nearly had gotten himself killed. Of course he was not the same person he was back then.
That is on top of everything that had been happening in the galaxy recently.
Why was he doing this?
Only he knew.
