Derium watched in annoyed surprise as the Jedi outside his cell failed to let him loose from his cell. The fake guard was showing his ignorance by slashing at the controls, locking Derium inside, and no one had tried to cut him out yet.
Derium growled and snarled in frustration as the combat outside continued without him. It was unfair. All that pain out there...he should've been having a part of it. His path to perfection was not inside this cell. It was out there, in the heat of painful battle. But he was stuck inside this blasted padded cell, with nothing but a frock that wouldn't enable any kind of the pain he desired!
Derium then noticed something. The fake guard, when he cut the door controls, had destroyed all power to the door. Sure it was manually locked and impossible to open without a cutting device, but now, the plasma shield over the window was no longer operating. Now, there were only the metal bars that had been left from before Derium was a member of this prison.
"Let me out!" Derium shouted as he began to beat his hands against the bars over and over again. A small smile crept on Derium's face as the shock of the pain jolted up his arms. He continued to shout as he bashed his hands over and over. "Let me out!"
He could hear them. The spirits were howling in the invisible air. Their chosen vessel was calling them, and they were answering. To those Jedi outside his cell, they would feel the Force being called upon inside the cell. But to Derium, all he knew was the spirits were answering his call, and the air around him was getting hotter and hotter as a result. If, and when, those jedi let him out, he would be ready to set something on fire and reignite his path to perfection.
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Derium growled and snarled in frustration as the combat outside continued without him. It was unfair. All that pain out there...he should've been having a part of it. His path to perfection was not inside this cell. It was out there, in the heat of painful battle. But he was stuck inside this blasted padded cell, with nothing but a frock that wouldn't enable any kind of the pain he desired!
Derium then noticed something. The fake guard, when he cut the door controls, had destroyed all power to the door. Sure it was manually locked and impossible to open without a cutting device, but now, the plasma shield over the window was no longer operating. Now, there were only the metal bars that had been left from before Derium was a member of this prison.
"Let me out!" Derium shouted as he began to beat his hands against the bars over and over again. A small smile crept on Derium's face as the shock of the pain jolted up his arms. He continued to shout as he bashed his hands over and over. "Let me out!"
He could hear them. The spirits were howling in the invisible air. Their chosen vessel was calling them, and they were answering. To those Jedi outside his cell, they would feel the Force being called upon inside the cell. But to Derium, all he knew was the spirits were answering his call, and the air around him was getting hotter and hotter as a result. If, and when, those jedi let him out, he would be ready to set something on fire and reignite his path to perfection.
@Darasuum @TheDudeMike @Aurius