L O S T
Running into Phoenix had been the last thing Kairos had expected to do. It had thrown her into turmoil, ignited her insatiable desire for answers, and sent her off course. Dejah could wait; the Arkanians were already looking into what they could, and until they had answers there was no use in rushing off to Kamino. Instead she turned to the scholar she had met on Korriban, the archaeologist, who had been set a task by the Sith Lord.
The summons had been made, now all that Kairos had to do was lie in wait as her vessel floated through the expansive void that was space. Specifically the Tingle Arm. Mytus VII was the closest planet, but even that was many leagues through Hyperspace away. After all, it was not like this specific Sith Lord to accept interruptions when dealing with her students; there would be no distractions.
Sat within the cockpit of her vessel, watching for any stray travelers in preparation for the one named Zanders, Kairos reflected on the odd chain of events which had led her to this very point. There was no denying it, logically, that she had indeed come through some sort of flux in time and space. It was ridiculously bad timing on her part, to have come through when she did, and so far this Universe had left little to her liking.
From what she could deduce, the Empire was gone, with a pseudo in its place. She didn't like the sounds of the Sith who inhabited the core, but she could not deny that they might prove useful in the future. Until then, there was little she could do but attempt to survive in such odd surroundings. Perhaps with time there would be a way for her to get word back to her own world. But that hardly seemed possible for now.
All she could do was keep on going forward.
The summons had been made, now all that Kairos had to do was lie in wait as her vessel floated through the expansive void that was space. Specifically the Tingle Arm. Mytus VII was the closest planet, but even that was many leagues through Hyperspace away. After all, it was not like this specific Sith Lord to accept interruptions when dealing with her students; there would be no distractions.
Sat within the cockpit of her vessel, watching for any stray travelers in preparation for the one named Zanders, Kairos reflected on the odd chain of events which had led her to this very point. There was no denying it, logically, that she had indeed come through some sort of flux in time and space. It was ridiculously bad timing on her part, to have come through when she did, and so far this Universe had left little to her liking.
From what she could deduce, the Empire was gone, with a pseudo in its place. She didn't like the sounds of the Sith who inhabited the core, but she could not deny that they might prove useful in the future. Until then, there was little she could do but attempt to survive in such odd surroundings. Perhaps with time there would be a way for her to get word back to her own world. But that hardly seemed possible for now.
All she could do was keep on going forward.