killerofstars (killerofstars) wrote in snapthread, @ 2019-06-09 23:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | galen marek (sw), obi-wan kenobi (sw) |
Who: Starkiller and Obi Wan Kenobi
What: A tremble in the Force
When: Sunday night
Where: Outside the house with doors
Rating: Somewhere in the middle
Starkiller was on his way to rescue Juno, when he halted. In the ship there was a door that was calling him. So much that even PROXY had noticed him stop. Wearing the Sith training robes, with the lightsaber on his hip he wasn't too familiar with he felt a draw to the door. Well, he was familiar with the lightsaber. It belonged to the Jedi he had left for dead. He wanted his weapon. This one didn't feel right. He'd have to meditate on it.
Though right now, this door was keeping his interest. He was reaching out with the force, but he wasn't getting anything back. Even more intriguing for him. Starkiller narrowed his eyes at the door. "PROXY, continue on. I'll catch up." He told his droid. "I need to check this out." With that said, Starkiller approached the doorway, which he opened with no regard to what may be behind. Not like anything he faced off would be able to stop him. He'd cut anyone down with ease.
As Starkiller stepped through into a strange hallway, the door behind him closed. Immediately he had a bad feeling about this place and went to go back through the door, but the door didn't lead back to where he had just come through. As if it would help, Starkiller closed the door and reopened it. Still not luck. With the door closed, instinctively he called his weapon to his hand with the Force and started reaching out with it. A village. His feel touching over the landscape. Then his mind locked on to a number of people, tuned to the force. Slowly he walked towards what he was feeling. He didn't feel his master, but he felt something else. Out into the night air, it was brisk. There was a man. Starkiller narrowed his eyes toward the other male with a flick of his thumb the green blade of his lightsaber ignited and with a spin of the weapon he dug his heels in.
"What is this. How was I brought here. What have you done." All questions, but stated in more of an accusation.