Quinlan Vos (![]() ![]() @ 2019-06-08 19:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | katherine lokadóttir, quinlan vos |
Who: Quinlan Vos and Kat.
Where: Kat's Place
What: Quinlan's arrival on the station
When: Saturday evening
Warnings: Blood
Open: Open
Status: Ongoing
Quinlan opened his eyes. It was strange. He couldn't remember closing them. It wasn't like his situation gave him the luxury of rest. The last thing he could remember was running through the jungles of Kashyyyk. He was injured. Badly injured. The platform he had been standing on had exploded, nearly killing him. He had managed to get away barely, using the Force to try and keep his trail concealed but it hadn't been enough. He left a trail of blood behind him, dotted on the grass and leaves. The rain had been a blessing and a curse, washing away some of the evidence of his survival but also leaving footprints in the sodden ground.
Blinking, Quinlan's eyes adjusted to his new surroundings. He couldn't remember finding shelter, let alone any place indoors. Slowly, everything came into focus. He had no idea where he was. He didn't recognise anything. Wherever he was, he was sure he wasn't on Kashyyyk any more. But how did he get off the planet? Who had taken him and why? He groaned as he tried to sit upright. Had he been taken in by troops? Things looked far too nice for that. And besides, all the other Jedi had been put to death so why kidnap one? The other Jedi... Memories flooded back to him. That feeling in the Force. One after the other, his brothers and sisters in the Jedi order fell. He could feel their lives fading, their essence becoming one with the Force, and the Force cried for them silently.
Wherever he had landed up, Quinlan knew he was going to have to try and survive. Get his bearings and try to get back to his beloved. For that he'd need to find a ship. He pushed himself up against a wall, and stood up. Holding on to his ribs, he paused, certain he heard movement. He had no where to hide, and he was too injured to try anything silly. Most of his clothing had been shredded in the blast too. The Jedi reached for his lightsaber and waited, watching in the direction of where he heard the noise. Waiting.