Darth Perilius
SWRP Writer
- Joined
- Mar 18, 2019
- Messages
- 196
- Reaction score
- 45
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Aboard Markov’s Patrol Craft: The Vindicator. Enroute to Serenno.
He didn’t know the time. He didn’t know when or where he ordered his captain to send the ship to. All Markov knew is that they must get The Empress to professional treatment as soon as possible.
The speed of time felt infinite as he observed the medic put Aadya on painkillers and attempt to sooth her wounds. She was disfigured from the battle, and horribly burnt. Markov felt significant pain still, both physical and emotional. Through the Force he could feel Aadya pain with the reality that her comrades had fallen in battle, and it was her fault, except Markov didn’t know that she caused the explosion.
The medic ordered his comrade to remove the armor in order to reach the wounds hidden. Whenever he did, Markov saw how her skin had become charred and melted, but not nearly as much as the already exposed areas. He’d cool down and soothe the wounds with water and medicine and Markov stood, removing his armor. His sharp orange eyes were still slightly blurry from the explosion, and filled with extreme rage.
He was furious; not at Aadya but rather himself and at the Mandolorians. He could’ve entered the bar earlier and kill the Mando quicker, and prevent the explosion. The Mandolorians, however, caused this catastrophe through their terroristic actions. The Sith were attempting to chill in a bar but then the mandolorians caused chaos. The bombing of Mandalor was just for the terrorism they did to Imperial Space, and Markov won’t feel satisfied until he hunts down every single Mandolorian who attacks the Sith.
Markov looked at Aadya with concern as she showed obvious pain and suffering. Markov stood beside his Empress as he began to speak.
“You’re safe.. I don’t know what to say except.. I’m sorry... but I have to do my duty for the Empire and to keep you alive as the Empress...”
@Logan