Running From a Hell of Our Own Making

[Vorhi Alestrani]

(OOC: if you want have one last shot at Vorhi, or just tell him off, take this opportunity to do so)


[member="Keter"]

Roon--The Templar Sanctum

Three Weeks after the battle of Druckenwell.





Vorhi adjusted his hood, walking towards the gates of the sanctum. As asked, he'd brought Keter along at Feena's behest--but he really, really hoped things wouldn't get too dangerous. Walk in, grab his things, and leave on his own ship, with Keter heading back to Naboo.


He smiled, gleaming teeth barely visible over the simple black and green hooded robe. "Well, this should be fun," he mused, tapping away on his data-pad. Well, his access codes still worked. That'd make this easier. He sighed walking into the courtyard after watching the gate open, wondering if anyone would stop him. After all, he was basically here to resign.

 

[Keter]

Keter followed his wife's friend in silence. Vorhi had always been something of an enigma to him, but one he put up with - his wife was perfectly within her rights to keep him in the dark about things too. Plus he had never really asked too much about the relaxed man. The blond felt his hands twitching in anticipation of a fight, yearning for the feeling of the hilts of his sabers. It had been too long since he had been in a fight, though he forced the feelings coursing through him down into the dark recesses of his being.

"Fun? More like simple and routine," the cyborg replied.

[member="Vorhi Alestrani"]