It was all Jacen could see as he stared out into the horizon, and around him.
He couldn’t quite remember how he’d gotten here, wherever ‘here’ was. He’d fled Coruscant — no, Yuuzhan’tar — on a coralcraft with Vergere, towards space, towards freedom, his time with the Vong finally at an end. And it had been quite the ordeal. He was almost all bone and muscle now. His skin was a sickly pale shade; his arms were scarred, so were his legs, although they were mostly hidden by the dark robe he wore. His face was chiseled, making him look much older than eighteen, and his brown eyes no longer had a boyish charm, but rather the maturity of adulthood.
Somehow, along the way, they’d crash-landed — yet he couldn’t remember the events leading up to it. Nor could he sense Vergere’s presence in the Force. He could only feel the sun and the sand and the heat sapping what little strength he had left, and his vision blurring.
are you ready for another apprentice master kenobi
It was all Jacen could see as he stared out into the horizon, and around him.
He couldn’t quite remember how he’d gotten here, wherever ‘here’ was. He’d fled Coruscant — no, Yuuzhan’tar — on a coralcraft with Vergere, towards space, towards freedom, his time with the Vong finally at an end. And it had been quite the ordeal. He was almost all bone and muscle now. His skin was a sickly pale shade; his arms were scarred, so were his legs, although they were mostly hidden by the dark robe he wore. His face was chiseled, making him look much older than eighteen, and his brown eyes no longer had a boyish charm, but rather the maturity of adulthood.
Somehow, along the way, they’d crash-landed — yet he couldn’t remember the events leading up to it. Nor could he sense Vergere’s presence in the Force. He could only feel the sun and the sand and the heat sapping what little strength he had left, and his vision blurring.