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    :: He had been taken to his room after being returned here from the site of the Battle at <A href=http://pub2.ezboard.com/fswvstitanicstarwarsroleplayingarchive.showMessage?topicID=3651.topic>Bast</a> and left alone. He seemed healthy enough, outwardly, just not in a conscious state. A medical droid had been dispatched to his room to monitor him.

    For now Trace remained unconscious, but his mind was filled with only one burning desire, placed there by the influence of the cursed saber he had used, solidified even further by the suggestion of Count Mordrid, and then permanently burned into the cells of his brain by his brother in an attempt to stop the mindless rage. That one thing, was seeing his brother dead, but as his mind saw it, it wasn’t his brother, only the one who had broken the glorious chaos that ran though his mind as the accursed blade Disorder burned in his grasp.

    With his mother’s saber clipped to his belt, he lay motionless and slept, while that one object of obsession raged through his mind continuously, waiting for him to wake so that it could take control. ::

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    :: Hours passed and still the Sith Knight laid unmoving, while the thoughts in his mind raced. Soon the call for his brother’s death subsided some and was joined by another calling. A calling to find that which he was not aware he had been separated from physically as of yet, but his mind knew different. Disorder was no longer in his possession and the spirit of it locked within his find wanted to be rejoined with it, so much so that it overbearingly cast aside the thoughts to kill.

    The killing and vengeance could come later, and could come with the very blade of the weapon that was now a permanent part of Trace thought processes. In a cold sweat Trace’s eyes opened and he sat up, his head aching severely. As he sat up he looked to his belt immediately and saw the saber of his mother, and recognized it, but even the emotion that came from those memories was pushed aside by the obsessions in his mind. ::

    “I must find that which is lost to me.”

    :: He tries to recall the previous day’s events but finds his recollection twisted, distorted, and vague, but he did remember where the battle took place where he last had Disorder in his possession and he knew that was where he needed to return. ::

    [c]<img src=http://tracesha.clanpages.com/tracesigA.jpg width=451 height=144 usemap=#trace border=0 alt="Prince Trace Sha of the Royal House of Sha"><map name=trace><area shape=rect coords=41,7,243,45 href=http://tracesha.clanpages.com/TraceRPbio.html alt="View Biography"><area shape=rect coords=144,52,282,68 href=http://pub4.ezboard.com/bsithempire76244 alt="Go to the Sith Empire"></map>[/c]

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      :: As Trace rose from his bed his Force abilities snapped back to life suddenly. The abilities, which manifested themselves fully the previous day, were back and he wasn’t yet in full control of them. A strong TK field rose into place around the pale man, pushing his bed away from him and sending other pieces of miscellaneous furniture items flying across the room.

      He looked around slightly puzzled and then moved towards and reached for a glass of water nest to the med droid that had been monitoring him. The droid was tossed back and the glass spilt on the floor ands rolled away. Trace shook his head and tried to harness the out of control power, managing to shrink the field so that it was only just a centimeter or so away from his skin.

      The med droid picked up the glass and refilled it, setting it down on a nearby counter surface and backed away. Trace walked over and drank ravenously now somewhat in control of his TK field. His mental prowess over the Force was wild and somewhat uncontrolled, but he found himself hearing voices in his head, voices he had not heard before. ::

      [c]<img src=http://tracesha.clanpages.com/tracesigA.jpg width=451 height=144 usemap=#trace border=0 alt="Prince Trace Sha of the Royal House of Sha"><map name=trace><area shape=rect coords=41,7,243,45 href=http://tracesha.clanpages.com/TraceRPbio.html alt="View Biography"><area shape=rect coords=144,52,282,68 href=http://pub4.ezboard.com/bsithempire76244 alt="Go to the Sith Empire"></map>[/c]

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        :: One of the voices he recognized as one he knew of that had ties to The Black Hand and Bast Castle, a person who had once left TSE and gone there of her own accord to other places, rumor said that place was Bast.

        He whispered the name of someone he had never really met directly, but had heard of extensively. ::

        “Sorsha”

        :: He set down the glass and made his way to the door, his eagerness in finding a possible way back to Bast, causing him to lose control over his TK field and the door creaked and moaned as he got closer, bent outward by the Force as he approached. It fell from its place and Trace walked out into the halls, following the one voice that could take him to where he may find Disorder. ::

        [c]<img src=http://tracesha.clanpages.com/tracesigA.jpg width=451 height=144 usemap=#trace border=0 alt="Prince Trace Sha of the Royal House of Sha"><map name=trace><area shape=rect coords=41,7,243,45 href=http://tracesha.clanpages.com/TraceRPbio.html alt="View Biography"><area shape=rect coords=144,52,282,68 href=http://pub4.ezboard.com/bsithempire76244 alt="Go to the Sith Empire"></map>[/c]

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          :: As he walked through the halls, light fixtures burst and the walls creaked with his every step. Realizing that this would draw unneeded attention, Trace once again attempted to control his now natural TK field, drawing it closer to his body.

          As he got closer he made out another presence with Sorsha, the presence of his Master with her. He knew they had strong ties and this helped explain why Sorsha was here in the first place. He wondered what his Master would think of his current state, or if she would even realize how chaotic and uncontrolled he had become. It actually mattered little to him really, he was so driven by his obsessions that his loyalties had been pushed aside, replaced by desires.

          He continued on his way, now holding his TK field in check, not causing any more damage to the halls of HQ. ::

          [c]<img src=http://tracesha.clanpages.com/tracesigA.jpg width=451 height=144 usemap=#trace border=0 alt="Prince Trace Sha of the Royal House of Sha"><map name=trace><area shape=rect coords=41,7,243,45 href=http://tracesha.clanpages.com/TraceRPbio.html alt="View Biography"><area shape=rect coords=144,52,282,68 href=http://pub4.ezboard.com/bsithempire76244 alt="Go to the Sith Empire"></map>[/c]

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          • #6

            :: He was getting close to the med bay now. This was the right place, he could sense each of their minds and presences in the Force here, and he knew they were aware he was coming too. Still struggling to keep his TK field in checkl and only just around the surface of his skin, his forehead beaded with sweat and his eyes looked somewhat strained as his thoughts kept telling him….You must reunite with Disorder, you must use it to claim what is yours, you must use it to kill your brother.

            Now at the door to the med bay, his hand reached up to the panel and pressed the button, without even fully touching it, his TK field applying the pressure needed. The door opened and he was <a href=http://pub59.ezboard.com/fthesempirefrm2.showMessage?topicID=41.topic>there</a>. ::

            [c]<img src=http://tracesha.clanpages.com/tracesigA.jpg width=451 height=144 usemap=#trace border=0 alt="Prince Trace Sha of the Royal House of Sha"><map name=trace><area shape=rect coords=41,7,243,45 href=http://tracesha.clanpages.com/TraceRPbio.html alt="View Biography"><area shape=rect coords=144,52,282,68 href=http://pub4.ezboard.com/bsithempire76244 alt="Go to the Sith Empire"></map>[/c]

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