Set between Karys’ reawakening and his arrival on Korriban in Why.
For another day Karys had been trapped, floating in the bacta tank while doctors checked on his wounds. The only company he had was the occasional visit from his apprentice, Vossari and his thoughts. Had Azar truly abandoned him after the Kaggath? Could it have been a nightmare? If it was, why wasn’t he here? Karys knew this line of thought was futile. Azar had said their paths led in different directions.
So if this was a nightmare it was a waking one.
Eventually, Karys was allowed to leave the Bacta tank for the majority of the day. He still had to return to it to rest at night but this was better than nothing. Karys found himself covering his chest and abdomen to avoid looking at the remnants of hideous burn scars that had ruined his body. He felt sick, confused, time lost, and directionless.
His care staff had directed him to spas and masseuse lounges to help him relax. But none of it worked. Karys couldn’t get his mind off of Azar and the conflicting emotions within him.
And then summons came.
Darth Tempest had called for him. The last they met on Trokien hadn’t been under the best of circumstances. Karys had been assigned to clean up Param’s mess and he did so using Azar and his plan. They payed the Hutts their spiced tea and human capital but cut them out of the mines all together. After all, it was unlikely the Hutts would travel this far across the Galaxy, right?
Apparently, they’d been wrong on that front.
Karys unfortunately didn’t have much in the way of clothes to meet with the Dark Lord. He had to settle for his robes and hope it would suffice. He wore the vambraces she had gifted him as well. Then Karys made his way to the Temple his Kaggath had taken place as was bidden. Once he’d reached the antechamber, he walked down the same steps he’d limped down three weeks ago. He came to the center of the room and dropped to a knee before the black throne. There was no struggle to do it now, it was a smooth and easy thing. A testament to the treatment he’d received.
“My Lord, I’ve come as you called.” He stated calmly, trying to push down the build up of anxiety in his gut.
@Altaris