Tyberius Fel
Rightful Galactic Emperor
Now docking, welcome to Arkania.
The mechanical voice erupted from the loud speaker with robotic brevity. A slight groan slipped from Vorian Adasca's lips. His muscles ached from the long trip in the 'Economy' section of the interplanetary freighter. As a Jedi, he was sworn to an ascetic life style but had little funds nor philosophical support for such needless decadence. Though, oft times he found himself longing for the days of luxury that was his as a scion of the influential House Adasca. There was no time for regret now, however. He was a Jedi Knight, for whatever little currency that carried in the turbulent galaxy nowadays.
With creaking joints, he pushed himself out of the passenger section and shuffled along with the hollowed eyed paupers that slowly made their way to the exit. Vorian greatly desired to perform his abated usual routine of meditation and moderate exercise after being crammed into the cargo hold like cattle with the rest of the 'Economy' passengers, but even that would have to wait.
A blast of frigid cold tore through Vorian's vellum-y fragile flesh as he stepped foot for the first time in countless years, back on his home planet. The skyscraper bound symbols of Adascorp loomed menacingly over the frosted skyline, a pernicious remainder of the planet's esteemed rulers and the authority they held for generations. With a resigned sigh, Vorian flicked over his cowl and melted away into the crowd.
The mechanical voice erupted from the loud speaker with robotic brevity. A slight groan slipped from Vorian Adasca's lips. His muscles ached from the long trip in the 'Economy' section of the interplanetary freighter. As a Jedi, he was sworn to an ascetic life style but had little funds nor philosophical support for such needless decadence. Though, oft times he found himself longing for the days of luxury that was his as a scion of the influential House Adasca. There was no time for regret now, however. He was a Jedi Knight, for whatever little currency that carried in the turbulent galaxy nowadays.
With creaking joints, he pushed himself out of the passenger section and shuffled along with the hollowed eyed paupers that slowly made their way to the exit. Vorian greatly desired to perform his abated usual routine of meditation and moderate exercise after being crammed into the cargo hold like cattle with the rest of the 'Economy' passengers, but even that would have to wait.
A blast of frigid cold tore through Vorian's vellum-y fragile flesh as he stepped foot for the first time in countless years, back on his home planet. The skyscraper bound symbols of Adascorp loomed menacingly over the frosted skyline, a pernicious remainder of the planet's esteemed rulers and the authority they held for generations. With a resigned sigh, Vorian flicked over his cowl and melted away into the crowd.