[ He hadn't exactly enjoyed the privileges of a normal life in the first place - being abducted, raised and betrayed by one of the most feared Sith in the galaxy hadn't really left much time for niceties.
Which is probably why the apprentice studies the band of bird-themed vigilantes with a blank stare for a few moments, and then, when they're about a third of the way through their speech, he knocks them over with a concentrated blast of force energy. ]
Weak prey. No sense in making a mess by killing you. Now go home.
[ He shakes his head wearily, eyes rolling a touch as he pulls the hood of his robe back over himself. No need to complicate matters with unwanted attention.
If only he realized that blasting people with telekinesis and walking away in a hooded robe wasn't a regular occurence on this planet. ]
Nonah
[ Reconnaissance. It wasn't one of his stronger suits, usually something he left to PROXY or his pilots (he swallows hard, repressing the sting of guilt as Juno comes to mind), or one of the Empire's countless spies. But he was capable of it, when necessary. Which is why he goes boots on the ground, no charging around with his powers. He observes in silence, taking side streets and back alleys while collecting his thoughts.
The wrecked state of the city streets gives him mixed feelings that he's much too weary to article. The destruction reminds him of his own abilities, and the state he leaves sites in - rebel strongholds that hadn't defended themselves well enough, Jedi hideouts, or even Imperial locales that had failed their masters. But then he remembers what were meant to be his final moments, resisting the Emperor and abandoning the destruction they shaped him to perform. In the murky storm of memories, his own name echoes like an alien artifact, calling to him and baffling him in equal measure.
He exhales in exasperation, the sound coming out like a snarl. His fists clench and unclench in a poor attempt at keeping himself composed and his pace down the street quickens, looking hopelessly for elsewhere to go. ]
Galen Marek | Star Wars (Legends/The Force Unleashed)
...what?
[ He hadn't exactly enjoyed the privileges of a normal life in the first place - being abducted, raised and betrayed by one of the most feared Sith in the galaxy hadn't really left much time for niceties.
Which is probably why the apprentice studies the band of bird-themed vigilantes with a blank stare for a few moments, and then, when they're about a third of the way through their speech, he knocks them over with a concentrated blast of force energy. ]
Weak prey. No sense in making a mess by killing you. Now go home.
[ He shakes his head wearily, eyes rolling a touch as he pulls the hood of his robe back over himself. No need to complicate matters with unwanted attention.
If only he realized that blasting people with telekinesis and walking away in a hooded robe wasn't a regular occurence on this planet. ]
Nonah
[ Reconnaissance. It wasn't one of his stronger suits, usually something he left to PROXY or his pilots (he swallows hard, repressing the sting of guilt as Juno comes to mind), or one of the Empire's countless spies. But he was capable of it, when necessary. Which is why he goes boots on the ground, no charging around with his powers. He observes in silence, taking side streets and back alleys while collecting his thoughts.
The wrecked state of the city streets gives him mixed feelings that he's much too weary to article. The destruction reminds him of his own abilities, and the state he leaves sites in - rebel strongholds that hadn't defended themselves well enough, Jedi hideouts, or even Imperial locales that had failed their masters. But then he remembers what were meant to be his final moments, resisting the Emperor and abandoning the destruction they shaped him to perform. In the murky storm of memories, his own name echoes like an alien artifact, calling to him and baffling him in equal measure.
He exhales in exasperation, the sound coming out like a snarl. His fists clench and unclench in a poor attempt at keeping himself composed and his pace down the street quickens, looking hopelessly for elsewhere to go. ]