Aries Creed
T I M E K E E P E R
[member="McKenna Rory"] | Location: CDF Base, Ryloth
It felt as if his head was going to snap off at any moment. The crushing waves of the Force washed over the man as if they were attempting to erode him away, like the waves of an ocean washing against a stone. His hand gripped the side of his temple and his face was contorted in pain, but still they wouldn't stop. This continued for several minutes until finally the pain subsided. Aries found himself on the floor of his bunk's refresher, savoring the cool feeling of the durasteel beneath him. He'd long since pulled his jacket off, hoping to cool himself down during the migraine fits. These fits of pain were unlike anything the young Prince had ever dealt with. When he was displaced out of his own time period he had expected there to be some side effects, but never did he imagine they would be this bad or last this long. It felt like they were only getting worse. Aries pushed himself to his feet, feeling his energy return to him while still cradling his head in his hands. His face was dripping with sweat and his eyes were weary, it felt as if he'd just ran six miles. He cut the water on so he could wash his face off. Once he'd straightened himself up, he took his jacket from the refresher floor and pulled it back on.
Aries had been spending a lot of time at Confederate Defense Force bases. As a member of the Knight's Obsidian he had limited access to the bases and they were larger than most Knightly outposts. This was done deliberately.
He did not belong here. The man was the son of Adron Malvern and Alessandra Creed, he was also the Prince of Illyria. However, after dark events in the future he was sent back to the past through the power of the Force. It was an incredible and powerful ability, yet it was showing itself to be a double edged sword. As it was, Aries was due to be born in a few months and he wanted to keep his future self as far from his current self as possible. He did not know what would happen if the two met, or father saw him. He favored his mother and that was why he had taken the less popular surname of Creed, as opposed to Malvern. There were a number of Creed's in the galaxy, many of which were not even related to the Noble line that he descended from on his mother's side. However, the title of Malvern was far more rare and at a time when his father sought to seek out all those sharing his blood, it was best to keep the affiliation far.
He turned out of his bunk, making his way into the main hall. He was dressed more like a spacer than anything. With the blue jeans and the dark colored jacket he wore, it would be easy to mistake him for an off-duty soldier. The only thing that set him apart was the silver cylinder that hung from his waist. It was much longer than the standard lightsaber, as this hilt was capable of producing two blades, yet it still revealed him to be a member of the Knight's Obsidian.
His stomach let out a quiet rumble so he decided to make his way down to the cafeteria. Maybe there would be something worth eating there today. Probably not.