The small grey shuttle swooped in from the high atmosphere towards the Castle that housed the main garrison of Imperial troops on the planet and the sector. It was from this very building Wodan felt the pain, agony, sorry and emptiness of Altair Din from halfway across the galaxy. It showed to the Firrerrian both the heights of Altair’s strength within The Force but also the depths of the man’s sorrow that he had reached out so easily and gripped so tightly Wodan’s very soul. Enclosing it in a makeshift copy of his own feelings.
Although that short moment of connection had brought Wodan immeasurable emotional pain, it had given him the quickest link to the Imperial Commander and his location possible. He had left as soon as a shuttle was fueled and had made the journey in the quickest time, the rules of light, time and gravity allowed. Throughout it he had monitored the planet's activity making sure the Tiefling hadn’t marched off world to avenge the apparent death of Clove and her family. Granted if he had, Wodan would have been the first to tag along.
The landing sequence was automatic, controlled by the Castle’s control tower allowing Wodan to make for the landing ramp. Jumping off the lowering object before it even hit the ground, he moved quickly across the landing pad. The heat of Mustafar’s atmosphere battered at his face, reminding him of the spa he had taken Altair to a few months ago. A quick smile broke through the grim expression as he stepped into the building. The last few months of solitude had taken some clear physical effect on the Firrerrian, his skin was paler, his eyes bloodshot and tired, a large chunk of the muscle he had put on with the army had disappeared, giving him a more sinewy look. A few men gave him a salute as he entered. “Which way is Commander Din?” The man he asked looked at him in defiance not saying anything, Wodan couldn’t help but admire the man’s conviction and loyalty to the Tiefling.
Here he was staring down a Sith Champion, lightsaber clear on his belt, eyes that screamed bloody murder and a posture that showed nothing but frustration at having to wait on this guards word. A snarl appeared on Wodan’s lips followed by a low growl emanating from his chest, the soldier's eyes widened slightly but still he didn’t move. Wodan’s hand slowly began to reach for his lightsaber when a familiar voice appeared at the end of the corridor. “Wodan? Wodan, I thought so. He is this way, stand down Private.”
The Firrerrian turned to see Captain Aval, one of Altair’s most trusted seconds, walking down the corridor towards him. Tension eased from Wodan’s shoulders and his hand moved away from his sabre as the man approached. “Thank you Captain Aval.” He followed the Captain, giving the guard at the door a nod of respect as he left.
Through the winding corridors he was led until he came to a set of large doors. Wodan could feel Altair’s presence inside, it was not good, that was for sure. Taking a deep breath he steadied himself before opening the door and striding through. The Firrerrian’s body was tense, ready for any grief stricken lashes of anger, The Force poured through him as he made his way towards his friend. Not stopping to say a word, he reached up grabbing the giant tiefling by the back of the neck and pulling him into a stiff embrace. Wodan stood in silence, he would let Altair decide how he wanted to unload his grief.
@Sreeya
