The trip to the Crimson Avenger was long. The majority of it in silence…Rather the Sith Lord sits and meditates, trying to find something–anything in the force that would aide her. So far, the only answer found was the location of her ship.
Amber hues slowly open as the woman stands, approaching the cockpit where two storm troopers sat. Visibly they tensed at her approach, “The docking bay is on the right.” Her voice was raspy, her lips twitching as she stared at the ship. It had been attacked…and it seemed like the lights were running on a back up generator.
The lanky female turns, approaching the docking bay doors, a hand grabbing a support beam as she waits. She hadn’t spoken to Kylo the entire trip, rather she was some what annoyed he had to go with her–like he was baby sitting her.
Soon they landed, Revik exiting the ship rather hastefully. Bodies surrounded her, troops that never made it to their ships as they tried to escape. Revik seems to freeze and stare at the bodies in shock for a moment before offering a loud huff. Soon after, she begins walking into the base where she’d take various twists and turns through the hallways until she meets a large door.
“Here..” Revik breaths out, as she presses a button to the right of the door. Inside the room is covered in a thick layer of dust. For some most things may seemed untouched, but to Revik…She noticed things were moved around. Someone put them back how they thought they were.
Slowly she enters her closet before ripping a metal sheet from the wall, throwing it behind her…what she found causes her to crumble to her knees, hands grasping onto a cubby where a long box sat. It was obvious something important sat her–and at closer investigation one would notice the faint outline of lightsaber hilts.
A hand lets go, her palm rubbing against the wall as her hand balls into a fist. A loud boom echoes in the small closet–and soon another…and another as she slams her fist against the wall, causing a small crater in the wall.
Soon Revik emerges from the closet, throwing a large duffle bag onto her bed, her amber hues shifting to Kylo for a just a brief moment as she returns to her closet to grab clothes. Her eyes are puffy–tear stains upon her cheeks. Revik didn’t even notice she had been crying, but it had felt like the world had fallen from her feet. Her lifes work–gone and she had no way to find it.
The Sith lord makes various trips back and forth around her room until her bag is full. Yet instead of leaving, she takes a seat upon the bed, facing a large window, her eyes studying the black abyss of space. The woman remains quiet as she hunches over, hands cupping her cheeks as she attempts to calm herself.
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