Taris (open)

[Devlen Del-Arshu]

Darth Boli sits in the medbay, strapping up his stump of a wing, wincing at the incredible pain. After Ember sliced through it, the wound became infected and the entire wing had to be cut off. Boli still couldn't walk properly, his balance thrown off completely with the loss of one of his heavy wings. His mask lay on the bed beside him, his long black hair tied back.

[glow=red,2,300]Stupid dueling arena...i thought they used energy minimisers there...[/glow]

[Devlen Del-Arshu]

Doc: "So, Boli...how are we in here? You slept for a week straight...that must have been one hell of a dream."

[glow=red,2,300]No, in fact, it wasn't pleasant at all. I relived my lowest moment over and over again for eternity.[/glow]

Doc: "Well...uh...thats lovely, but you are filling a bed we could use to house another plague victim. Ever since you came here missing that wing and trailing a river of black blood behind you, things are going strangely. A plague hit the Lower City, there have been seventeen shuttle crashes and one building completely vanished into thin air!"

[glow=red,2,300]WHAT?[/glow]

[Devlen Del-Arshu]

[glow=red,2,300] :: Hmm...my power must be leaking somehow...this is not good. If I really try, i can keep my existing power, but i am warping my surrounds to match the chaos of my heart... :: [/glow]

[Devlen Del-Arshu]

[glow=red,2,300]Stupid Dematri gifts...give me something useful next time, like a warship...or my daughter back. Hmm...She might be the key...I put a lot of my essence into Her when She was made...If only i could contact the Dematri on Akaname...[/glow]