Stephanie Swail
Look what they've done to my dream
Onboard The Judgement
Deep Space
He had spent endless days building up his body and his mind, with texts and exercises that pushed him to the edge of his tolerance mentally and physically, embracing the darkness within him and using his mixed emotions as a tool for progression.
Thankfully he had a small living quarter on-board the gigantic starship he was brought to unwillingly months ago that he had now made his temporary home. During his time since submitting to Kära...submitting, he hated that word... he hadn't had many run-ins with her as he built himself back up into a better shape to work with. As for Thyrian, he had seen him around but had no contact, although he could feel the fire burning inside the man whenever he was around.
Another day was passing, and Asterion sat on the edge of his comfortable yet basic bunk. He had no possessions with him, they were all still on Korriban now either buried by a sandstorm or taken by scavengers. A good blaster, plenty of med-packs and research documents and not forgetting his lightsaber that he had never used in combat.
Hunched over, he traced his sore hands with his fingers, thinking about the path he was now taking and what it could mean for him. It could mean big things for him finally after a life wasted seeking for someone like Kära to come along and guide him.
All he could do now was wait for the signal to begin his training, whenever that day would be. It could be today, it could be tomorrow, or it could be next year....
@[member="Kära Vi'dreya"] @[member="Thyrian Ashborn"]