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Entry tags: | !open, ~kylo ren, ~thomas sharpe |
Who: Kylo Ren + OPEN
When: After/During His Radio Call
Where: Forest, Forest Border
What: Arriving to the island--injured, possibly dying
Rating: Medium for rage
Note: I have been vague as all get out about the events leading up to this point, so hopefully this intro isn't too spoilery. Just to be safe, you are warned.
The world had gone hazy for several moments after his conflict previously. Blood loss, anger, a furiously beating heart ailed by pain to even get up. The man had lay there staring up at the sky, the stars and the galaxy, ragged of breath and struggling to get his bearings. He had to get up and get back to the base, the ship, somewhere that wasn't falling apart. Yet in the next moment when he opened his eyes and saw clearly he was not in that same place.
Something was not right.
He must have hit is head and wasn't seeing straight. Hadn't there been snow? The trees and ground looked unmarked as if he had simply been there, as if the fight had never happened. What? Ugh...Kylo Ren pushed himself up and ran a cool hand over his face. He winced in pain at sitting, at moving, but through a deep breath he turned over and managed to get to his knees. A tree was his aid. Then up to his feet he schlepped forward one pace at a time, following whatever light lay ahead of him. It must be the exit of the forest, at least into a clearing. He could be picked up there.
From his pocket he found a device. It felt new and old and he squeezed it before shouting into it for the General to come fetch him. Some woman replied, a woman with a voice he did not recognize--though he supposed of the thousands of members of the Empire he would not know every voice. Yet more than that she said Hux wasn't here. Was he new?
She was going to lose her head for this. He didn't have time for her. Every step he took was another drip-drop of blood tracked in his wake. Kylo Ren slumped...then fell to a knee, chest pressed against a cold tree as his breath shuddered. He was torn up, a mess. Some master he was. He had been bested by a novice. The look on his face said he was none too pleased, a scowl and a sneer, eyes filled with fire yet he also looked sick from the pain.
He couldn't get up.