Ayden Cater
Grumpy Goat
[member="Rave Merrill"]
Rear section of the Rhandian Flagship
The darkened halls of the ship were of little comfort as Ayden attempted to regain his mental bearings. He had been more disturbed by the Rhandian commander than he would have cared to admit. False bravado was easy to read; those who boasted emptily were like small children playing in their parent's clothing. But this man... There had been a cold confidence in his every word that made Ayden nervous. Even when he had gone to swing his weapon, and as a student of the Force for four hundred years he had a not-so-insubstantial degree of control and power, the man had acted as if the weapon did not even exist.
And then there was the matter of his power. Once he had his wits about him again, Ayden realized that most of the Sorcerers acted so surprised because they could not see in in their future. For a group whose power was derived from futuresight, seeing him walk around must have been incredible disorienting. Yet the master... He had seen clean through the Taozin amulet's shroud on the future. To be able to do so the man had to be incredible powerful. To stop an attack with no effort... Ayden had no doubt that the master was a man of exceptional skill and power. Of all the beings he had encountered in his life, perhaps the only one that could potentially compare was Ashin Varanin in her prime. Perhaps Spencer Jacobs.
When he finally decided that sitting still would do nothing more for him, Ayden stood up and looked at the map on his HUD. That route glared at him with a gleeful malevolence that made Ayden curl his hands into fists. No one controlled his destiny but him. He wasn't going to let this being dictate his path. "Roland, get rid of that route overly and start calculating a different route. I don't care if that means crossing a section of the ship exposed to vacuum." The AI complied and soon the route disappeared only to be replaced with a new one. "Alright then, let's get started." Ayden started off at a jog, determined to get to the holocron repository on his own merit and power.
The corridors began to have lights that flickered feebly under the sporadic power from severed cables. Much of the damage was easily attributable to fire from the Fringe warships. He had to commend their tenacity in fighting the Sorcerers of Rhand. They were not a group to be trifled with.
Coming up to the first checkpoint on Roland's route, Ayden pulled out his lightsaber and began to cut away at the blast door that stood in his way. The door controls were fried and he didn't see a manual release, so cutting his way through was the only option. As he was cutting through, a soft clanking noise somewhere off behind made the hairs on his neck stand on end. Normally his confidence was sufficient to ward off such trivial concerns, but the Rhand master's words still echoed in his mind and Ayden could not help but turn around to check his surroundings. He couldn't see anything, and sensors weren't picking up any movement. He silently cursed his own stupidity before turning back to finish cutting apart the door.
Rear section of the Rhandian Flagship
The darkened halls of the ship were of little comfort as Ayden attempted to regain his mental bearings. He had been more disturbed by the Rhandian commander than he would have cared to admit. False bravado was easy to read; those who boasted emptily were like small children playing in their parent's clothing. But this man... There had been a cold confidence in his every word that made Ayden nervous. Even when he had gone to swing his weapon, and as a student of the Force for four hundred years he had a not-so-insubstantial degree of control and power, the man had acted as if the weapon did not even exist.
And then there was the matter of his power. Once he had his wits about him again, Ayden realized that most of the Sorcerers acted so surprised because they could not see in in their future. For a group whose power was derived from futuresight, seeing him walk around must have been incredible disorienting. Yet the master... He had seen clean through the Taozin amulet's shroud on the future. To be able to do so the man had to be incredible powerful. To stop an attack with no effort... Ayden had no doubt that the master was a man of exceptional skill and power. Of all the beings he had encountered in his life, perhaps the only one that could potentially compare was Ashin Varanin in her prime. Perhaps Spencer Jacobs.
When he finally decided that sitting still would do nothing more for him, Ayden stood up and looked at the map on his HUD. That route glared at him with a gleeful malevolence that made Ayden curl his hands into fists. No one controlled his destiny but him. He wasn't going to let this being dictate his path. "Roland, get rid of that route overly and start calculating a different route. I don't care if that means crossing a section of the ship exposed to vacuum." The AI complied and soon the route disappeared only to be replaced with a new one. "Alright then, let's get started." Ayden started off at a jog, determined to get to the holocron repository on his own merit and power.
The corridors began to have lights that flickered feebly under the sporadic power from severed cables. Much of the damage was easily attributable to fire from the Fringe warships. He had to commend their tenacity in fighting the Sorcerers of Rhand. They were not a group to be trifled with.
Coming up to the first checkpoint on Roland's route, Ayden pulled out his lightsaber and began to cut away at the blast door that stood in his way. The door controls were fried and he didn't see a manual release, so cutting his way through was the only option. As he was cutting through, a soft clanking noise somewhere off behind made the hairs on his neck stand on end. Normally his confidence was sufficient to ward off such trivial concerns, but the Rhand master's words still echoed in his mind and Ayden could not help but turn around to check his surroundings. He couldn't see anything, and sensors weren't picking up any movement. He silently cursed his own stupidity before turning back to finish cutting apart the door.
