Public Nowhere to Run

[Rahvin Draze]

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In the red mists of his home surrounded by the familiar sights and sounds of what is Dathomir, Rahvin had only managed to limp his way back home following the Battle of Bastion. It had been months of keeping his head down within the Sith Empire. All the while he had been trying to hide from New Imperial forces as well. Rahvin would some call an apostate, a pretender, and most of all to those he betrayed the likes of a traitor marked for death, capture if need be so if not broken, forced to give up other Sith that betrayed the will the of the Emperor, and then publicly executed to set an example. Now Rahvin made it home to Dathomir, now more of a broken man that he once was. Gazing upon one of the old temples used by the Nightsisters, Rahvin kept along the path eager to avoid the Sith's presence on this world. Only attacking when he had no choice, but kept his head down. He was in no condition for prolonged combat as it was.

The air within the temple was damp, scattered with metal pieces of a bygone era that Rahvin didn't know. He only came cause he had sought shelter, a place to hide, to collect his thoughts. Ever since the battle, since the purge, he felt his mind splinter and dive deeper into madness. "Blast it all... I did not come here to die like a coward... I will not bow to the Empire, I will bow to no one." The man had spoken to himself in defiance, pain gripping his body, the cauterized stump of one of his arms, felt as if it was still there. That the signals of his brain was still moving that arm, although that arm was taken by stormtroopers of the Iron Sun. Troopers that he had fought side by side with for much of the war. Now the Apprentice felt the excruciating remains of it. His face even felt like it was about to fall off. Several gaping holes were left, his own nose was blown to hell, leaving only holes of which functioned as a new nose. The pain had coursed through his body, and until now he had used it to get away from any enemies be it New Imperial or Sith alike. Now he had been scavenging trying to survive as much as possible given his condition.

Finally collapsing near a stone slab. The pain finally took hold of him. He used the Force to bring what looked to be droid parts. Assembling what looked to be a make shift arm. Sticking it onto the stump. Letting out a fierce cry of pain. Sitting upright against the slab. Fashioning a makeshift prosthesis. After allowing it to connect to the nerve endings. He remained next to the slab. His back to it, as he struggled to remain awake. Months after being on the run, hiding from both the Sith, and the Iron Sun. He struggled to finally cal down. For even a moment's worth of peace. It wasn't until finally that for now, he closed his eyes. His hand resting on one of his sabers, as if anyone unlucky enough to find him in his condition would be ready for a slash from his saber. But for now, rest into a deep sleep, as if his body had finally taken a toll on him.