Tython l Death Enabled
Connor gazed at the corpse of the Sith Champion. One moment she had been telling them about cookies given to her directly from Master Karys, the next she was bleeding from her eyes, ears, and mouth. Then she was dead. Now Connor was frozen in place, his mouth still open and the cookie still in his hand. He slowly put it down on the counter and looked over at Nash.
“How does this keep happening to us?” He asked.
The trio were in hyperspace, on their way to Tython, a Jedi controlled planet. But it was the birth place of both their Orders and some bookish Sith was interested in learning about the Exiles from artifacts. New artifacts. So a work order had been sent to the academy, it was to be filled by a detention mission. Thus, Nash and Connor’s predicament.
“What’re we gonna do with her?” Connor asked. “We have ten more hours until we get to Tython.” He pointed out. “Shove her in the pantry?” He asked with a quirked eyebrow.
@Sreeya