Missing in Action
- Character Profile
- May 14, 2022
- Reaction score
The cold winds whipped across the barren wastes of Malachor, slapping the loose fabric back and forth into his skin. Wodan stood a few metres in front of the Upslion Class shuttle which had brought him to the planet, the small crew staring at the Sith from inside their warm cockpit. The Firrerrian couldn’t sit idly inside the cockpit and wait for Arla to arrive, the nerves were eating into him and at least the cold and the stinging whip of the fabric kept his mind fully off the Dathmorian’s reaction.
His scars, the cause of his nerves were partly hidden behind an eyepatch which covered what was the small cavity of his left eye. The leather and durasteel piece helped cover the worst of the scarring and also kept the corse Malachor sand from the small pooling in the depression. His right hand as always fiddled with the shard around his neck, it was noticeably worse today, the almost sentient darkness inside had begun to flow faster and stronger since they arrived on the planet. Did it detect another piece? Was his intel correct? It brought some relief, but also some concern, Wodan already had to fight daily to make sure the Shard did not corrupt his thoughts or actions, would two be twice as difficult?
The dark red jacket whipped at his neck as he waited, pulling his mind out of deeper thoughts and onto the horizon as another ship approached. The crew inside hadn’t called out to him, so it must be her, must be Arla.