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Royston Spektor let out an audible sigh as he trudged through the halls of the Sith Temple on Korriban. With one hand he reached up to loosen his ridiculously expensive shimmersilk tie, while his other hand was busy pushing Acolytes out of his way. He couldn't blame the children entirely for not extricating themselves from his path; his almost constant use of Force Concealment, almost as unconscious for him as breathing, meant that for most of them they didn't realize he was nearby until he was forcefully pushing them aside.
He let out another heavy sigh as he stumbled down the stone steps towards his personal quarters. It had been a long flight back from Csilla, where he had been continuing one of his "intelligence gathering" operations, but his discomfort had nothing to do with hyperspace-lag. No, this was a discomfort that was all too common for him thanks to his...unique-ness.
The Sith Sorcerer was just turning down the short hallway towards his doorway, and in the middle of imagining how wonderful a nice long bath and glass of Lorrdian brandy would feel, when he finally realized that something just wasn't right.
Instantly his senses were fully alert, and he realized that the door to his quarters was standing slightly ajar.
"Well isn't that curious..."
The Marauder spoke quietly to himself, but his senses were focused outwards. Being the uber-secretive being that he was, Royston didn't have just any old lock on his doorway; no, his was an internal, Force activated catch that should only have been able to be opened by one strong in the Force. As he pondered this, his ears picked up another detail. Was that...music?
"Curiouser and curiouser..."
The Sorcerer strode into his chambers, both his Force signature and footsteps muted to the best of his abilities. He would enter his dwelling like a shadow, so as not to interrupt whoever it was that was violating his personal space.
He let out another heavy sigh as he stumbled down the stone steps towards his personal quarters. It had been a long flight back from Csilla, where he had been continuing one of his "intelligence gathering" operations, but his discomfort had nothing to do with hyperspace-lag. No, this was a discomfort that was all too common for him thanks to his...unique-ness.
The Sith Sorcerer was just turning down the short hallway towards his doorway, and in the middle of imagining how wonderful a nice long bath and glass of Lorrdian brandy would feel, when he finally realized that something just wasn't right.
Instantly his senses were fully alert, and he realized that the door to his quarters was standing slightly ajar.
"Well isn't that curious..."
The Marauder spoke quietly to himself, but his senses were focused outwards. Being the uber-secretive being that he was, Royston didn't have just any old lock on his doorway; no, his was an internal, Force activated catch that should only have been able to be opened by one strong in the Force. As he pondered this, his ears picked up another detail. Was that...music?
"Curiouser and curiouser..."
The Sorcerer strode into his chambers, both his Force signature and footsteps muted to the best of his abilities. He would enter his dwelling like a shadow, so as not to interrupt whoever it was that was violating his personal space.