L O S T
Thule... It was always Thule, and yet at the same time it was fitting. After all, this was the epicentre of the Sector, and it was for such purposes that Kara had arrived upon this specific planet. No longer did she hide her ship out in the wilderness, instead it landed down in the main spaceport and the young Sith permitted herself a shorter yet cultured walk up to the Citadel itself, the Palace within which @[member='Kaine Zambrano'] awaited, a Sith Lord she was somewhat familiar with by now. Once, when she was still an Apprentice, he and his Apprentice Balaya assisted her in her Alchemical learnings - of course he was not her first nor her last teacher in such an art, something she was still to this day learning. There was no need to rush, for doing so caused problems and created mistakes nine times out of ten.
Once again her feet paced the halls of the Citadel, winding through to the central throne room within which she believed she might find her host. Of course the likelihood was that he wasn't sat on the throne at all, as often he followed her love of shadow-roaming, but that did not matter. He always knew, and he always appeared. Part of her knew that today would be no different. And thus she strode into the high-vaulted ceiling, habit forcing her to glance up to the mist-filled rafters which she could effortlessly see through with thanks to her heritage. Others, she knew, had much more difficulty. Then she strode into the centre where she halted and waited, her gaze fixed to the throne while her senses were focused on the room as a whole. Was Kaine here already, or would her wait be a long one?
Once again her feet paced the halls of the Citadel, winding through to the central throne room within which she believed she might find her host. Of course the likelihood was that he wasn't sat on the throne at all, as often he followed her love of shadow-roaming, but that did not matter. He always knew, and he always appeared. Part of her knew that today would be no different. And thus she strode into the high-vaulted ceiling, habit forcing her to glance up to the mist-filled rafters which she could effortlessly see through with thanks to her heritage. Others, she knew, had much more difficulty. Then she strode into the centre where she halted and waited, her gaze fixed to the throne while her senses were focused on the room as a whole. Was Kaine here already, or would her wait be a long one?