Scruffy Lookin’ Nerfherder
Seth Shorn was busy collecting Ysalamiri. After his debacle with the Sith in the alleyway, he had decided that putting credits toward their collection would be in the best interests of his continued survival. On Dromund Kaas, the crew of the Adjudicator were busy doing the legwork for the actual obtainment of the strange creatures.
After the first one had been brought aboard his ship, Seth had felt a strange sense of loss. He tried using pyrokinesis, but it failed every time. Shady was aboard as well. Somewhere. The old man liked to keep to himself. At least, Seth was reasonably sure he was a man. He sure sounded like one.
The Praetor stood with arms crossed on the bridge of his ship, watching as ysalamiri were stuffed into the armored conservation pods stationed at key locations. He estimated he had ten of the creatures right now. A few dozen more were required for his intended purposes.
Seth reached a hand up and rubbed his nose. He could still feel echoes of pain. A full three days submerged in a bacta tank helped to heal his wounds. However, scars still remained. Across his torso were burn sears where bolts of lightning had struck him. His nose had been moved back into place, but a faint scar showed where it had torn. Shorn sighed. The body was frail. Still, he had escaped with his life. Oddly, the Sith had elected not to kill him. Shorn couldn't imagine why. Seth could not say he would grant the man the same mercy if they met again.
With renewed vigor, Shorn had attacked his studies in the Force. His aptitude with pyrokinesis was increasing and he seemed to have a certain skill in tricking the minds of others. In telekinesis, he fell far short. He could move nothing. Not even a marble. Shady had seemed frustrated by this and Seth could see why. Not wielding such an ability was an incredible disadvantage. The Sith he had fought had tossed him about like a rag doll. He needed to become stronger in order to stand against such opponents. Not for himself, but for the Empire. If the guardians of justice all fell, who would be left to carry the flame of truth? Ysalamiri would help in that effort, but they would not be enough. Eventually, they would fail him. He could not say the same of the Force.
After the first one had been brought aboard his ship, Seth had felt a strange sense of loss. He tried using pyrokinesis, but it failed every time. Shady was aboard as well. Somewhere. The old man liked to keep to himself. At least, Seth was reasonably sure he was a man. He sure sounded like one.
The Praetor stood with arms crossed on the bridge of his ship, watching as ysalamiri were stuffed into the armored conservation pods stationed at key locations. He estimated he had ten of the creatures right now. A few dozen more were required for his intended purposes.
Seth reached a hand up and rubbed his nose. He could still feel echoes of pain. A full three days submerged in a bacta tank helped to heal his wounds. However, scars still remained. Across his torso were burn sears where bolts of lightning had struck him. His nose had been moved back into place, but a faint scar showed where it had torn. Shorn sighed. The body was frail. Still, he had escaped with his life. Oddly, the Sith had elected not to kill him. Shorn couldn't imagine why. Seth could not say he would grant the man the same mercy if they met again.
With renewed vigor, Shorn had attacked his studies in the Force. His aptitude with pyrokinesis was increasing and he seemed to have a certain skill in tricking the minds of others. In telekinesis, he fell far short. He could move nothing. Not even a marble. Shady had seemed frustrated by this and Seth could see why. Not wielding such an ability was an incredible disadvantage. The Sith he had fought had tossed him about like a rag doll. He needed to become stronger in order to stand against such opponents. Not for himself, but for the Empire. If the guardians of justice all fell, who would be left to carry the flame of truth? Ysalamiri would help in that effort, but they would not be enough. Eventually, they would fail him. He could not say the same of the Force.