A week after the events of Judgment.
Karys slowly floated in the cool jelly of the bacta tank. Over the last week he’d gone through two surgeries, one to remove the metal armor that had melted into his flesh and the other to stabilize damaged organs. He remembered neither, he’d been unconscious through both. But now his eyes were fluttering open and his groggy mind was slowly having memories roil to the surface.
Cyutadakyr choking Vossari, their fight, her telepathic announcement to him, the Kaggath, his victory.
But as he looked around the room, save for things he recognized as Vossari’s the room was empty. There was no one there and he floating helplessly in a tank. Where was Azar? Where was he? Why was he alone? The questions pounded through Karys’ head as anxiety and terror welled up within him. It built until Karys screamed out in fear, in confusion, and in pain through their shared connection. It would shudder through lightyears in a matter of moments to reach Azar on distant Korriban.
Where are you? Why am I alone? Why aren’t we together?
The questions were laced with all the swirling emotions within him. The truth of them would be clear to Azar, Karys didn’t really care for answers. He only needed Azar right now.
@Sreeya
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