L O S T
The transfer from Fresia to Lianna had been swift, and it was there - in a cell far worse than the one he had previously been cooped up in - that Shorn awaited trial. Murder was a very real offense, regardless of how many Force Users believed that their omnipotence could waver the fact.
Well, Luce wasn't much of a Force User. He was one of the little guys, perhaps that was why he was going through the judicial system unlike some other people he could think of. Namely the fool who had inadvertently killed dear Lars. Because, of course, that hadn't been his fault. He hadn't kriffed up the settings on their saber rakes.
The cell was tight, and what's more there was another individual in there with him. A tall, gruff man who leered over at him from the opposing corner. Luce looked like a babe in comparison.
No doubt word had gotten out by this point, of the trial which was to take place in a matter of weeks. His name, and that of his Father's before him, soiled by one act of uncontainable vengeance. Where was Cordel when he needed him? Then again, the wrath of his Godfather would likely be far more severe than anything a jury could throw at him.
With his head down, this time not through contemplation but stark fear, Luce sat as a statue in his corner and waited for... Something. He hoped the other man would be moved soon, he couldn't deal with this for even a few more days let alone any longer.
[member='Sasha Santhe']
Well, Luce wasn't much of a Force User. He was one of the little guys, perhaps that was why he was going through the judicial system unlike some other people he could think of. Namely the fool who had inadvertently killed dear Lars. Because, of course, that hadn't been his fault. He hadn't kriffed up the settings on their saber rakes.
The cell was tight, and what's more there was another individual in there with him. A tall, gruff man who leered over at him from the opposing corner. Luce looked like a babe in comparison.
No doubt word had gotten out by this point, of the trial which was to take place in a matter of weeks. His name, and that of his Father's before him, soiled by one act of uncontainable vengeance. Where was Cordel when he needed him? Then again, the wrath of his Godfather would likely be far more severe than anything a jury could throw at him.
With his head down, this time not through contemplation but stark fear, Luce sat as a statue in his corner and waited for... Something. He hoped the other man would be moved soon, he couldn't deal with this for even a few more days let alone any longer.
[member='Sasha Santhe']