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OOM: The Black Talon
Feb. 12th, 2014 09:02 pm(OOC: Some lines taken from canon.)
Ibani feels the Vaiken spacedock before she can see it, a bright burst of life amidst the cold of space. The emotions and presence of thousands presses against her mind, floods her senses. For the space of a few breaths it's almost too much to bear as the shuttle comes in to dock. She has never been around this many people before, and it takes effort to pull her senses back, to filter out the cacophony she can feel through the Force.
She gives a sharp shake of her head and glances toward Khem. She moves to exit the shuttle and Khem Val follows, clearing a wide path through his looming presence.
They wind through the station toward the shuttles headed for Dromund Kaas when they are intercepted by a Duros in Imperial uniform. "Greetings, my Lord. I was told to look for someone of your description. A Lord Zash has arranged a berth for you and your companion on the Black Talon."
"I see," Ibani says politely. She's still not used to being addressed by 'my Lord', even if it IS the appropriate title for a Sith. "Well, it would be a shame to waste my Master's forethought. If you would direct me to where the Black Talon waits?"
Ibani feels the Vaiken spacedock before she can see it, a bright burst of life amidst the cold of space. The emotions and presence of thousands presses against her mind, floods her senses. For the space of a few breaths it's almost too much to bear as the shuttle comes in to dock. She has never been around this many people before, and it takes effort to pull her senses back, to filter out the cacophony she can feel through the Force.
She gives a sharp shake of her head and glances toward Khem. She moves to exit the shuttle and Khem Val follows, clearing a wide path through his looming presence.
They wind through the station toward the shuttles headed for Dromund Kaas when they are intercepted by a Duros in Imperial uniform. "Greetings, my Lord. I was told to look for someone of your description. A Lord Zash has arranged a berth for you and your companion on the Black Talon."
"I see," Ibani says politely. She's still not used to being addressed by 'my Lord', even if it IS the appropriate title for a Sith. "Well, it would be a shame to waste my Master's forethought. If you would direct me to where the Black Talon waits?"
