Amun stared at the ancient durasteel ger'kaj card lying face up on the table in front of him. The mild turbulence of the Whisper's Deliverance as it descended into Hoth's atmosphere made the card shift slightly where it sat, but did nothing to change what premonition the card brought to the young Sith's mind. In truth it was foolishness, to put any sort of significance on a card drawn. He had won the ancient deck off a Mandalorian gambling, in one of the illicit dens of scum and villainy on Omega station, years ago. It had called to him and when he won it it had nearly cost him his life. The past did nothing to change what lay in front of him.
The six of swords. It's intricately detailed artwork chiseled into the metal card depicted an armored warrior, pushing off on a new journey aboard a small wooden boat... Six swords stood up, their ends driven down into the floor of the boat. Two cloaked figures sat huddled upon the deck of the small boat, and while two of the swords weren't explicitly driven down into the tops of their heads, it could easily be seen that way. Amun glanced over at the pair of shackled humans that were sleeping dreamlessly across the small room of the ship. He shook his head and looked back down on the card. It was the third time he had drawn the same card, the first of which was when he had made the decision to embark on this new and perilous journey.
Amun placed the card back in it's home with the rest of the deck, still pondering it's meaning as he crossed to the small refresher to splash some water on his face. Transition. Change. Passage. These were the things that echoed of the card in his mind as he turned his eyes to the mirror there. His eyes roamed the face that stared back at him, the dark hair framing silver eyes and pale white skin. Sacrifice. The thought echoed in his mind as he glanced back at the pair of captives. He was still staring in the mirror when the ship settled down, trying to recognize the face that stared back. It had haunted him, still haunted him, since that day on Coruscant.
He still felt the eyes on him as he turned from the mirror and approached the pair of shackled and sleeping prisoners. He looked down on them, ripple of revulsion and guilt passing through him for a moment before it was stifled with a clenched fist. His back itched at the weakness he had felt, still felt, still needed to drive out of himself through penitence and pain. He reached out towards them after a moment, closing his eyes and gently prodding them with his mind. They awoke with a start. A pair of force sensitive siblings that he had picked up from the lower levels of the Omega station. They showed little promise, but Amun had little else to give to the lord of the castle that the pair of force sensitives that he had had eyes on these last few years.
"Follow." His voice came out cold and distant as he bade the pair to rise. A slight frown twitched onto his lip as the younger one cowered in fear, the elder putting on a tough face and moving to try to put himself between Amun and his sister. The tough look faded quickly however as Amun clenched his fist once more, a sputtering sound echoing from the offering's constricting throat for a moment before he lay back, gasping as Amun released his hold.
"Follow." He repeated, the hardened look on his face and icy tone of his voice let the pair know that they would be in for much worse if they did not do as he commanded. They did as they were told as Amun proceeded down the boarding ramp and out into the cold of Hoth. He wore a simple black robe and the cold bit fiercely, but he did not quail before the weather, instead breathing deliberately and calling upon the power of the force to raise the temperature of his body as he approached the castle, crossing the long bridge leading to its gate. The siblings behind him did not have such protections and they were quick on his heels to seek protection from the elements within the walls of Castle Raze.
@Sreeya
The six of swords. It's intricately detailed artwork chiseled into the metal card depicted an armored warrior, pushing off on a new journey aboard a small wooden boat... Six swords stood up, their ends driven down into the floor of the boat. Two cloaked figures sat huddled upon the deck of the small boat, and while two of the swords weren't explicitly driven down into the tops of their heads, it could easily be seen that way. Amun glanced over at the pair of shackled humans that were sleeping dreamlessly across the small room of the ship. He shook his head and looked back down on the card. It was the third time he had drawn the same card, the first of which was when he had made the decision to embark on this new and perilous journey.
Amun placed the card back in it's home with the rest of the deck, still pondering it's meaning as he crossed to the small refresher to splash some water on his face. Transition. Change. Passage. These were the things that echoed of the card in his mind as he turned his eyes to the mirror there. His eyes roamed the face that stared back at him, the dark hair framing silver eyes and pale white skin. Sacrifice. The thought echoed in his mind as he glanced back at the pair of captives. He was still staring in the mirror when the ship settled down, trying to recognize the face that stared back. It had haunted him, still haunted him, since that day on Coruscant.
He still felt the eyes on him as he turned from the mirror and approached the pair of shackled and sleeping prisoners. He looked down on them, ripple of revulsion and guilt passing through him for a moment before it was stifled with a clenched fist. His back itched at the weakness he had felt, still felt, still needed to drive out of himself through penitence and pain. He reached out towards them after a moment, closing his eyes and gently prodding them with his mind. They awoke with a start. A pair of force sensitive siblings that he had picked up from the lower levels of the Omega station. They showed little promise, but Amun had little else to give to the lord of the castle that the pair of force sensitives that he had had eyes on these last few years.
"Follow." His voice came out cold and distant as he bade the pair to rise. A slight frown twitched onto his lip as the younger one cowered in fear, the elder putting on a tough face and moving to try to put himself between Amun and his sister. The tough look faded quickly however as Amun clenched his fist once more, a sputtering sound echoing from the offering's constricting throat for a moment before he lay back, gasping as Amun released his hold.
"Follow." He repeated, the hardened look on his face and icy tone of his voice let the pair know that they would be in for much worse if they did not do as he commanded. They did as they were told as Amun proceeded down the boarding ramp and out into the cold of Hoth. He wore a simple black robe and the cold bit fiercely, but he did not quail before the weather, instead breathing deliberately and calling upon the power of the force to raise the temperature of his body as he approached the castle, crossing the long bridge leading to its gate. The siblings behind him did not have such protections and they were quick on his heels to seek protection from the elements within the walls of Castle Raze.
@Sreeya