The haze, so aimless across most of the platform, swirled with rather more turmoil at the far left of the space. First it roiled and churned as though caught in some unseen current, and then all at once rushed down and away from the helmeted figure as though swept away by some great unseen hand.
The soundless shriek of cold, furious energy followed after. Spread through the space, saturating it. The columns closest to him creaked so very faintly.
He did not know where he was. Had been in transit from Sullust to Endor aboard his flagship, in fact, supposedly unassailable within the coils of the hyperdrive. He was planet-side, perhaps. He was in no immediate danger, possibly.
As he considered, he took in the uniform clothing of his... fellow abductees. Lifted one arm, took in the blue fabric covering the suit. If he had bothered to engage his vocoder yet, his hiss would have been audible. Never mind the unfamiliar location, the apparent impressive capture of a Dark Lord of the Sith from the bridge of the Executor from hyperspace, something had held him unaware for long enough to dress him. Even the familiar weight of his cloak was gone, replaced with-- he unshouldered the bag he felt, and the contents spilled out into the air obediently for his inspection. The clothes he replaced, the toiletries he huffed an angry laugh at. The notebook, a confection of paper and animal hide, he flipped through and likewise discarded, finding it empty. Was there nothing--
Ah.
His lightsaber alone he snatched out of the air. It ignited in a snap-hiss of red that turned the fog around him a satisfactory bloodied hue. Understanding through power. Very well. He would get answers.
He stood unimpeded, unconstrained, yet he could reach no further than the limits of this small platform. There were skills that could cause such a thing, creatures, materials that could stifle one's access to the Force, but he saw none of those here. Just people, unfamiliar, and the twenty sunspots of disorientation within their minds.
Two of those people, children, burned much more strongly, and he considered them as potential conspirators in his situation. One was untrained: her presence reached for his instinctively, easily brushed away. She was only a threat to herself. The other... the other was familiar in a faint way that he began to dissect, turn over in his mind, and if the boy did not also reek of pain and confusion, he would have already begun the quick process of dying, so clearly Jedi was he.
One presence, a bright star. He shied away from it - her - his aura flaring magnesium-harsh until he would have blinded a lesser sensitive to the Force. Like a blow to a phantom limb, like someone else's pain, he almost staggered. How could she be-- Who would dare--
Platform, semi-locked to Luke initially
The soundless shriek of cold, furious energy followed after. Spread through the space, saturating it. The columns closest to him creaked so very faintly.
He did not know where he was. Had been in transit from Sullust to Endor aboard his flagship, in fact, supposedly unassailable within the coils of the hyperdrive. He was planet-side, perhaps. He was in no immediate danger, possibly.
As he considered, he took in the uniform clothing of his... fellow abductees. Lifted one arm, took in the blue fabric covering the suit. If he had bothered to engage his vocoder yet, his hiss would have been audible. Never mind the unfamiliar location, the apparent impressive capture of a Dark Lord of the Sith from the bridge of the Executor from hyperspace, something had held him unaware for long enough to dress him. Even the familiar weight of his cloak was gone, replaced with-- he unshouldered the bag he felt, and the contents spilled out into the air obediently for his inspection. The clothes he replaced, the toiletries he huffed an angry laugh at. The notebook, a confection of paper and animal hide, he flipped through and likewise discarded, finding it empty. Was there nothing--
Ah.
His lightsaber alone he snatched out of the air. It ignited in a snap-hiss of red that turned the fog around him a satisfactory bloodied hue. Understanding through power. Very well. He would get answers.
He stood unimpeded, unconstrained, yet he could reach no further than the limits of this small platform. There were skills that could cause such a thing, creatures, materials that could stifle one's access to the Force, but he saw none of those here. Just people, unfamiliar, and the twenty sunspots of disorientation within their minds.
Two of those people, children, burned much more strongly, and he considered them as potential conspirators in his situation. One was untrained: her presence reached for his instinctively, easily brushed away. She was only a threat to herself. The other... the other was familiar in a faint way that he began to dissect, turn over in his mind, and if the boy did not also reek of pain and confusion, he would have already begun the quick process of dying, so clearly Jedi was he.
One presence, a bright star. He shied away from it - her - his aura flaring magnesium-harsh until he would have blinded a lesser sensitive to the Force. Like a blow to a phantom limb, like someone else's pain, he almost staggered. How could she be-- Who would dare--
The train arrived, and with it, another star.