An unknown location in Sith space
As she sank down into a position for meditation, her consciousness expanded into the surrounding darkness. Her immediate surroundings... This place was... it wasn't Dark, but it was hollow, as though the forces of the universe had abandoned it. She wasn't entirely sure where she was, hadn't been certain for a while, not since Tormentous had been injured or died or perhaps simply grown bored with her presence-- though if that had happened, she really didn't know why he hadn't killed her outright.
Her mind focused itself upon a flame, flickering in her mind. It danced against the pitch in her mind, turning coals into glowing embers as she breathed carefully, slowly, thoughtfully, feeling the slightly stale air moving through her lungs. With each breath, she took in a bit of the Dark and attempted to purify it. It had been very Dark here, once, all animal screams to her other senses. But her meditations had cleared some of it. Her connection to the Light side of the Force couldn't entirely counteract the forces around her, but she was fairly certain that her meditations had pushed the oppressive Darkness aside.
She expanded her mind again, a search that had so far proved fruitless. "Where are you...?" her mouth moved, but her whispered words died in the unmoving space around her. She'd felt neither of them for a long time, but still, her mind sought them out: Krynn and Jacobi. Surely they were out there. She'd know if they were dead, wouldn't she? As she'd know if Colt were dead.
She had languished here for such a long time... but it was worth it, wasn't it? As long as there was the hope of saving the Mandalore and the once-Empress? Or saving the galaxy from them, if need be... She could bear this place for that hope. She could stay here until they returned... Was she fooling herself? She hoped she wasn't... no. She had to allow the Force to direct her. It was the only thing that made sense anymore.
A Lonely Meditation
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Colton Hunter
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Re: A Lonely Meditation
Two larger fighters drifted through the void. They had dropped from Kyramud battleship Desolation, and had gotten dangerously close to the Sith borders. The Trilon Aggressor stayed on the Mandalorian side, but the Skipray Blastboat dared to cross over into the darkest of areas in space. But none would be alerted, for the ship simply didn't exist to any looking at it, with either the naked eye, enhanced technological means, or even the Force. For within the confines of the droid controlled ship, sat a man in golden armor, cross legged in the center of the cockpit, on the floor. Lost in a deep, deep meditation, rendering the ship invisible as they went along. (Meditation of Immersion.
Still nothing, came the voice within his mind, soft and feminine, Colt drew out a sigh, maintaining his hold.
"I can here that," she told Celeste, taking a deep, steadying breath.
She's too far outside the border, you'd have to drop the meditation to sense her inside the Gordian Reach, Celeste explained. In his mind, he sat in the dark, and at his side was a woman in white. Every part of her was white, radiating her light. With platinum blonde hair and bright, cobalt blue steel eyes that stared at Colt. He longed to touch that form, but she wasn't corporeal any longer.
"I may need to risk it if she doesn't reactivate her tracking device, I just need to know where she is right now, her trail has gone cold for so long," he stated. There was a shift from the co-pilot's chair, as a young man turned to look at Colt, with brown hair, and deep chocolate brown eyes, a red cape set upon golden pauldrons.
"You're talking to yourself again, Jensaari," he said, Colt took a deep breath, focusing inward, surrounding the ship with his power.
"Don't distract me, Darius," Colt told the boy chief. He was an adult now, but still very young, the youngest chief in all the Mandalorian Clans, brash and reckless, something drove him here, and had allowed Colt to see what he was truly made of. He still harbored feelings for her, and pressured him every moment he was away from finding a way into Sith space. Colt had already had plenty of respect for him, but as of late... he approved, if they could pull this off.
Darius swung back around to stare out the front view screen of the ship, before looking toward Colt's radar... There was one for a T, a B, and a D, written on there with a red dot for each, the A was still silent. Colt lapsed into silence as the ship delved just a bit deeper.
Still nothing, came the voice within his mind, soft and feminine, Colt drew out a sigh, maintaining his hold.
"I can here that," she told Celeste, taking a deep, steadying breath.
She's too far outside the border, you'd have to drop the meditation to sense her inside the Gordian Reach, Celeste explained. In his mind, he sat in the dark, and at his side was a woman in white. Every part of her was white, radiating her light. With platinum blonde hair and bright, cobalt blue steel eyes that stared at Colt. He longed to touch that form, but she wasn't corporeal any longer.
"I may need to risk it if she doesn't reactivate her tracking device, I just need to know where she is right now, her trail has gone cold for so long," he stated. There was a shift from the co-pilot's chair, as a young man turned to look at Colt, with brown hair, and deep chocolate brown eyes, a red cape set upon golden pauldrons.
"You're talking to yourself again, Jensaari," he said, Colt took a deep breath, focusing inward, surrounding the ship with his power.
"Don't distract me, Darius," Colt told the boy chief. He was an adult now, but still very young, the youngest chief in all the Mandalorian Clans, brash and reckless, something drove him here, and had allowed Colt to see what he was truly made of. He still harbored feelings for her, and pressured him every moment he was away from finding a way into Sith space. Colt had already had plenty of respect for him, but as of late... he approved, if they could pull this off.
Darius swung back around to stare out the front view screen of the ship, before looking toward Colt's radar... There was one for a T, a B, and a D, written on there with a red dot for each, the A was still silent. Colt lapsed into silence as the ship delved just a bit deeper.
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Adara Silver
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Re: A Lonely Meditation
The girl stared out through the transparisteel. She didn't get the chance to see the planet she orbited often: the craft moved in what she thought was a geosynchronous orbit, spinning in such a way that it was visible only very rarely. She could see it now though, in all its dark red glory. What made it red? The rust of iron oxides? A bromine atmosphere? Without a galactic map with a convenient point of reference, could she know?
She watched as the planet turned a bit more, and then it was gone from the window again. She looked at the stars for a moment more before she closed her eyes. She didn't recognize the constellations. It was pointless to look out there.
What if they never returned? What if Tormentous was gone forever, and she'd lost her chance to save him from what was certainly an outside influence? What if Krynn had been lost to the Darkness despite everything?
She bowed her head against the wave of fear, letting it crash over her as she took deep steadying breaths that filled her lungs. It was not the absence of fear that kept her in the Light, but the steadfast refusal to give in to it. A choice to remain in the Light. Her hands rubbed against each other, almost unconsciously, fingers pressing against each other as though they needed warmth. She knew there was a way out of this. She was not alone if she didn't want to be. This interminable waiting, too, was a choice.
One that she'd made for a long time now, while the supplies she'd been left had dwindled and the abandoned craft tumbled through space. It was an effective, solitary prison; it gave her no chance to help anyone, to even try to turn them from the Darkness.
Perhaps she'd left it too long. Perhaps no one would come. Perhaps they would feel as though she'd abandoned them, as Krynn must have felt. Adara closed her eyes and pushed back against the encroaching darkness. Were false hopes another form of Darkness? Or was it the loss of hope that would fortell a fall?
Stars away from her, a light came on as she pressed her thumb to her finger. This couldn't be her only chance at saving them, could it? But what if it was? Her thumb pressed against her finger again, and the light went back off. Far away, the signal came on and off as Adara contemplated a defeat she'd barely been able to fight against.
She watched as the planet turned a bit more, and then it was gone from the window again. She looked at the stars for a moment more before she closed her eyes. She didn't recognize the constellations. It was pointless to look out there.
What if they never returned? What if Tormentous was gone forever, and she'd lost her chance to save him from what was certainly an outside influence? What if Krynn had been lost to the Darkness despite everything?
She bowed her head against the wave of fear, letting it crash over her as she took deep steadying breaths that filled her lungs. It was not the absence of fear that kept her in the Light, but the steadfast refusal to give in to it. A choice to remain in the Light. Her hands rubbed against each other, almost unconsciously, fingers pressing against each other as though they needed warmth. She knew there was a way out of this. She was not alone if she didn't want to be. This interminable waiting, too, was a choice.
One that she'd made for a long time now, while the supplies she'd been left had dwindled and the abandoned craft tumbled through space. It was an effective, solitary prison; it gave her no chance to help anyone, to even try to turn them from the Darkness.
Perhaps she'd left it too long. Perhaps no one would come. Perhaps they would feel as though she'd abandoned them, as Krynn must have felt. Adara closed her eyes and pushed back against the encroaching darkness. Were false hopes another form of Darkness? Or was it the loss of hope that would fortell a fall?
Stars away from her, a light came on as she pressed her thumb to her finger. This couldn't be her only chance at saving them, could it? But what if it was? Her thumb pressed against her finger again, and the light went back off. Far away, the signal came on and off as Adara contemplated a defeat she'd barely been able to fight against.
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Colton Hunter
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Re: A Lonely Meditation
Beep.
Colt's closed eyes twitched as he heard the sound, Darius sliding pushed off the console, his seat wheeling toward the large view screen riddled with letters. The A blinked on, then off, then on again...
"Either someone found her tracker, or she's playing with it," Darius mused. Colt frowned, then slowly dropped his meditation. He'd turn into a beacon to any other Force user nearby, but so too would Adara, she couldn't hide herself like he could, unless she learned some new tricks. He opened his eyes for a moment, then took a deep breath, reaching out. Darius was directing the ship toward the last location of the blip, full speed. Colt knew that would also alert any sensors in the area, but there was nothing to be done about that. They'd come, but some things, Colt found were worth fighting for. It was why he had called on help to deal with any potential threats, but this was Sith territory. The threats were greatest here.
Colt's mind slipped through the stars, scanning, searching... then he felt a beacon of light, fear, yet determination, despair, yet hope... And in that, he felt a spark of fire. He smiled softly, despite the distance between years, he had never stopped looking, and the sensation was familiar, warm. The darkness of this space twisted and distorted around them, but Colt was the light and the dark. He slithered through the spaces in between, and attempted to connect to his former apprentice. A reminder of what else there was. And while Krynn may have been killed, Tormentous was still out there somewhere. And he had to pay for what he'd done. Colt would find a way to kill him, by freeing Jacobi Wylcott from the ashes. (Force Meld/Unity[/b]). And with it, came his voice, he sounded relieved, yet amused... even as his silver grey eye blurred with the thought that he had finally found her.
Leave it on. (Telepathy[/I])
Colt's closed eyes twitched as he heard the sound, Darius sliding pushed off the console, his seat wheeling toward the large view screen riddled with letters. The A blinked on, then off, then on again...
"Either someone found her tracker, or she's playing with it," Darius mused. Colt frowned, then slowly dropped his meditation. He'd turn into a beacon to any other Force user nearby, but so too would Adara, she couldn't hide herself like he could, unless she learned some new tricks. He opened his eyes for a moment, then took a deep breath, reaching out. Darius was directing the ship toward the last location of the blip, full speed. Colt knew that would also alert any sensors in the area, but there was nothing to be done about that. They'd come, but some things, Colt found were worth fighting for. It was why he had called on help to deal with any potential threats, but this was Sith territory. The threats were greatest here.
Colt's mind slipped through the stars, scanning, searching... then he felt a beacon of light, fear, yet determination, despair, yet hope... And in that, he felt a spark of fire. He smiled softly, despite the distance between years, he had never stopped looking, and the sensation was familiar, warm. The darkness of this space twisted and distorted around them, but Colt was the light and the dark. He slithered through the spaces in between, and attempted to connect to his former apprentice. A reminder of what else there was. And while Krynn may have been killed, Tormentous was still out there somewhere. And he had to pay for what he'd done. Colt would find a way to kill him, by freeing Jacobi Wylcott from the ashes. (Force Meld/Unity[/b]). And with it, came his voice, he sounded relieved, yet amused... even as his silver grey eye blurred with the thought that he had finally found her.
Leave it on. (Telepathy[/I])
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Adara Silver
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Re: A Lonely Meditation
There was a feeling around her for a moment, like a faraway smile. As if it came from a great distance, a thought surrounded her, and her fingers paused in their tapping. "Leave it on?" she asked aloud, her voice slightly hoarse, as though she'd only just awakened after a long night's sleep. What did it mean, to feel that once more? To sense that never-forgotten presence across the stars?
She sighed. Was it real? She'd heard and felt things during her long isolation... things that hadn't been true at all. She'd meditated on the shadows that skittered under the door, the footsteps that she heard outside the ship, the rare flickering feeling of Krynn's powerful presence engulfing her in Darkness. None of them had been truth.
This likely wasn't either.
She was tired. Tired of being alone in the darkness. That was all. She raised her hand and looked at it skeptically. Her buir had surely stopped looking for her by now. And even if he hadn't... he hadn't been able to penetrate Sith space to find Darth Tormentous, even though she knew he had his tracker. And he had known she was there, with Tormentous. He hadn't come. What made now different...?
She cleared her throat. "Leave it on," she said again to herself with a shake of her head. Her red hair swung around her, a few strands suspended without the gravity to pull them away from her face. She pushed herself up, away from the wall. "I suppose it's not a terrible idea."
She floated back into the cockpit and looked outside the ship again. Sometimes she could see the glint of metal in the sky around her. She was fairly certain it was an automated defense system, ready to take out any powered ship that didn't give it a command. She couldn't see any of them right now, of course, but it wasn't as though they weren't there.
She shook her head and reached out with the Force, but if he was even there, he was too far away, and besides, what could she tell him beyond "danger"? She tried to send an image of one, but she felt she was projecting to nothing. Only the darkness of space was beyond her window.
Like a ghost, the young girl pushed herself away from the cockpit again. Perhaps a bit of food and water would steady her perceptions.
She sighed. Was it real? She'd heard and felt things during her long isolation... things that hadn't been true at all. She'd meditated on the shadows that skittered under the door, the footsteps that she heard outside the ship, the rare flickering feeling of Krynn's powerful presence engulfing her in Darkness. None of them had been truth.
This likely wasn't either.
She was tired. Tired of being alone in the darkness. That was all. She raised her hand and looked at it skeptically. Her buir had surely stopped looking for her by now. And even if he hadn't... he hadn't been able to penetrate Sith space to find Darth Tormentous, even though she knew he had his tracker. And he had known she was there, with Tormentous. He hadn't come. What made now different...?
She cleared her throat. "Leave it on," she said again to herself with a shake of her head. Her red hair swung around her, a few strands suspended without the gravity to pull them away from her face. She pushed herself up, away from the wall. "I suppose it's not a terrible idea."
She floated back into the cockpit and looked outside the ship again. Sometimes she could see the glint of metal in the sky around her. She was fairly certain it was an automated defense system, ready to take out any powered ship that didn't give it a command. She couldn't see any of them right now, of course, but it wasn't as though they weren't there.
She shook her head and reached out with the Force, but if he was even there, he was too far away, and besides, what could she tell him beyond "danger"? She tried to send an image of one, but she felt she was projecting to nothing. Only the darkness of space was beyond her window.
Like a ghost, the young girl pushed herself away from the cockpit again. Perhaps a bit of food and water would steady her perceptions.
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Colton Hunter
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Re: A Lonely Meditation
The Skipray powered up, thrusters engaging as it carried itself forward toward the beacon. Tormentous had always been surrounded by so many dangers, he could never get close, let alone beat him, not by himself. He had tried, then that witch had appeared on Braboon, injuring him greatly. And then Blood... he was still nursing the injury on his chest and back, where Blood's weapon had pierced. His lung needed to be repaired. Drel and Sid had suggested he rest, but he refused, and Darius had wanted another venture, so here they were.
Darius was as reckless as he was sometimes.
"Bring us in slowly, we don't want to alert any of the defenses, I dropped the meditation," Colt said, making his way stiffly to the cockpit. Another beep going across the console as he focused on the meld between them. A warm reminder, if she'd do the same, it'd join them as it had before in countless battles. Against his brother, against Jez Farra, against so many other enemies. The Dark Side marred the distance, made it difficult for them to reach out, but now this near, he could feel her.
Darius pulled the ship closer, pausing as he took note of a defense system, scowling, Colt was too focused on Adara that he didn't take note... until Darius fired. Colt frowned, maintaining his focus as he felt the weapon fire. He targeted the weapons on the station, it'd most likely self-repair, but he was more concerned with the spark of energy that would have alerted more Sith.
"Bring us in faster," Colt added, annoyed. But he wouldn't berate Darius for that, he understood... the ship would begin a docking procedure once it got within range of ship.
Darius was as reckless as he was sometimes.
"Bring us in slowly, we don't want to alert any of the defenses, I dropped the meditation," Colt said, making his way stiffly to the cockpit. Another beep going across the console as he focused on the meld between them. A warm reminder, if she'd do the same, it'd join them as it had before in countless battles. Against his brother, against Jez Farra, against so many other enemies. The Dark Side marred the distance, made it difficult for them to reach out, but now this near, he could feel her.
Darius pulled the ship closer, pausing as he took note of a defense system, scowling, Colt was too focused on Adara that he didn't take note... until Darius fired. Colt frowned, maintaining his focus as he felt the weapon fire. He targeted the weapons on the station, it'd most likely self-repair, but he was more concerned with the spark of energy that would have alerted more Sith.
"Bring us in faster," Colt added, annoyed. But he wouldn't berate Darius for that, he understood... the ship would begin a docking procedure once it got within range of ship.
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Adara Silver
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Re: A Lonely Meditation
She couldn't see a ship, even if she'd remained in the dead cockpit, but, as she sipped some tepid water, she did feel fairly certain that the presence she felt in the Force was real. Not only real, but it was that familiar sensation of her buir, the man who'd chosen to accept her as a daughter.
She took a deep breath and reached out to him through the Force, letting the meld build between them, as though they hadn't spent such a long time apart. There was welcome and happiness, but also sadness from her side, a sort of loss and grief as she understood that, with Colt's arrival, her dream of saving Krynn and Jacobi was, at least for the foreseeable future, over.
Adara extended a hand and pulled her lightspear towards her, and awaited his arrival.
She took a deep breath and reached out to him through the Force, letting the meld build between them, as though they hadn't spent such a long time apart. There was welcome and happiness, but also sadness from her side, a sort of loss and grief as she understood that, with Colt's arrival, her dream of saving Krynn and Jacobi was, at least for the foreseeable future, over.
Adara extended a hand and pulled her lightspear towards her, and awaited his arrival.
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Colton Hunter
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Re: A Lonely Meditation
The Skipray joined with the decrepit freighter, Colt moving to disembark, but Darius went to push past him. With a flick of his hand, his red cape draped over his head, and pulled him back, abruptly. He gasped, struggling with the cape, finally getting it off his face, he found himself face to face with Colt.
"I need you to stay with the ship to alert me of any problems," Colt told him. "You're reunion can wait a bit, we need to get her and just leave right now," Colt offered. Darius paused, then frowned, before nodding, and made his way back to the cockpit. Colt stepped through the docking tube, and dropped to what would have been the ground, had there been gravity, activating his golden armor's maglocks. The armor was new, golden and shimmering, a combination of the Antarian Ranger's gear, and Mandalorian styles. The T-shaped visor was still purple, and markings on his pauldrons in blue and purple, denoted him as member and Chief of Clan Sorell, and Commander of Mando Cabure.
"Permission to come aboard, Silver Knight?" he asked, hoping she was nearby, and not some Sith Lord lying in wait. His hands drifting to the T-shaped handles situated upon his belt. If a Sith wanted to try and stop him, he'd give them a hell of a fight.
"I need you to stay with the ship to alert me of any problems," Colt told him. "You're reunion can wait a bit, we need to get her and just leave right now," Colt offered. Darius paused, then frowned, before nodding, and made his way back to the cockpit. Colt stepped through the docking tube, and dropped to what would have been the ground, had there been gravity, activating his golden armor's maglocks. The armor was new, golden and shimmering, a combination of the Antarian Ranger's gear, and Mandalorian styles. The T-shaped visor was still purple, and markings on his pauldrons in blue and purple, denoted him as member and Chief of Clan Sorell, and Commander of Mando Cabure.
"Permission to come aboard, Silver Knight?" he asked, hoping she was nearby, and not some Sith Lord lying in wait. His hands drifting to the T-shaped handles situated upon his belt. If a Sith wanted to try and stop him, he'd give them a hell of a fight.
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Re: A Lonely Meditation
Time………
For the realm of man it was precious. A thing to be fought for, to die for, suffrage for the minion and the peon, the insect and the sloth. Time - it was the play thing of the gods and the lords of the host. It aged the lesser and teased the minds of even the strong. For those who fought against it, they all had fallen into the eternal maw of darkness. Unerring, unyielding, unforgiving. With time, without time, it was the answer to everything.
Time…
The great divider and the giver. None commanded it and all lusted for it.
Time…
It waited for no one. But today, one thing was certain. That time, was utterly and absolutely now. Where there once lay uncertainty and questions abound, today had become the time of woe - the day when the stars cried out again for mercy and the waves of the seas bled for him. Quaking within the eternal heart of fate, the wake of destruction was not yet sated. Lo, the denizens of the twinkling stars had yet to lay his name to rest and be done with his infernal desires. They made to rejoice, only to cry out in dismay. He was not done - he was unfinished - his hunger was made anew.
Waves of the Force quivered. The golden one sought the youth of fire, struggling with everything that was his being they had both given up the fight, though once they’d seen another again, it was a race of unification. These emotions of joy, victory, final respite amid two long years of horror - it was a dream come true. The sanctification of happiness to breach the darkness. A beacon of hope and light to forever reach out and show the people of the galaxy that good could win if it just had the chance to endure over the ticking span of time’s embrace.
A tidal explosion of the good hearted embrace of two long sought siblings - of a teacher and a student - of a father and daughter. It could bring tears to the most callous. It could soften the hearts of the worst tyrant among them all. It could give life.
Or it could damn them all…
An eye lid snapped open. The white pearl behind it glistened with hatred as he stared into the souls of the golden one and the youth of fire. He felt their joy and their sorrow, he felt them as if they were next to him (Feed on Dark Side) his mental reserves fired upon pistons of pure loathing, their emotion brought forth a fuel more pure that the blood of the innocent and the servitude of millions. He breathed inward and it came to him as a burning furnace to stoke up the coals of death’s own inferno. It filled his lungs with the need and the desire to seek vengeance. The type of vengeance that could only be sated by those that he loved most.
She was dead now, the Nightmare’s Child. Gone to the eternal beyond. Far from his grasp. There was another, her hair as red as fire and a determination unending. A prisoner free, yet in chains. He remembered her now. So distant, so close, refusing his will and only stoking his fire further. The left eye opened slowly, piercing acid yellow glowed with a star’s energy. It pulsated in the din, it flexed with the beat of his heart, steadily.
His grip opened and closed, his finger tips could feel its presence - the Jidai Maras - Sword of the Demon, the keeper of the Karn whose blood stained the blade. It was beyond his control now, the Nightmare’s Child may have been dead, but her soul, a piece of it resided here. Screaming forever as its imprisoned essence reminded him every - single - waking - moment - who he was. Its torment rang to his mind. He fought against it, toiled to hide from it, there was no where he could go and nothing he could do. Krynn Karn haunted him like a wraith, she cursed his name over and over again but the love in her eyes, the love she had for him never left. His mind couldn’t handle the suffering torment as she whispered to him over and over.
‘Why?’
Of that he had no answer. Only that she lived, in him. In an agonizing existence that tore at the fabric of the both of them. She would never have rest - nor would he. This bond, this connection, it is what he had been meditating on for these long cold months. They had not lessened, he had no relief. Time had not healed him - his eyes narrowed as the stars faded from his blurred vision back into pin pricks twinkling on the horizon of his sight.
Still he suffered - and so would they!
He arose, looking aside to the dust covered room he stood in. No one had come here just as he’d instructed. He’d been alone. A small pulsing light was flickering upon a console not far away. Steps of heavy laden boots took him there as if he was encumbered by millennia of grief. A gloved hand wiped the dust from the screen. It was a simple thing to note - someone had found the youth of fire. With a rush of his heavy cloak billowing behind him he turned in a dramatic sweep to face the controls on his Meditation Sphere.
Once he reached the control panel, he gave a moment of long awaited pause. She whispered to him then - he blinked, ‘Yes, the time for waiting is over. Now it has come to pass - the stars shall cry aloud my name - and they shall despair in it.’ A lonely signal shot through the darkness of space as the Sphere powered up and rotated to face a twinkling speck in the distance - the solitary home of Adara Silver.
‘When the pale one calls, therefore I come - and death shall follow me. There is nowhere to run.’
For the realm of man it was precious. A thing to be fought for, to die for, suffrage for the minion and the peon, the insect and the sloth. Time - it was the play thing of the gods and the lords of the host. It aged the lesser and teased the minds of even the strong. For those who fought against it, they all had fallen into the eternal maw of darkness. Unerring, unyielding, unforgiving. With time, without time, it was the answer to everything.
Time…
The great divider and the giver. None commanded it and all lusted for it.
Time…
It waited for no one. But today, one thing was certain. That time, was utterly and absolutely now. Where there once lay uncertainty and questions abound, today had become the time of woe - the day when the stars cried out again for mercy and the waves of the seas bled for him. Quaking within the eternal heart of fate, the wake of destruction was not yet sated. Lo, the denizens of the twinkling stars had yet to lay his name to rest and be done with his infernal desires. They made to rejoice, only to cry out in dismay. He was not done - he was unfinished - his hunger was made anew.
Waves of the Force quivered. The golden one sought the youth of fire, struggling with everything that was his being they had both given up the fight, though once they’d seen another again, it was a race of unification. These emotions of joy, victory, final respite amid two long years of horror - it was a dream come true. The sanctification of happiness to breach the darkness. A beacon of hope and light to forever reach out and show the people of the galaxy that good could win if it just had the chance to endure over the ticking span of time’s embrace.
A tidal explosion of the good hearted embrace of two long sought siblings - of a teacher and a student - of a father and daughter. It could bring tears to the most callous. It could soften the hearts of the worst tyrant among them all. It could give life.
Or it could damn them all…
An eye lid snapped open. The white pearl behind it glistened with hatred as he stared into the souls of the golden one and the youth of fire. He felt their joy and their sorrow, he felt them as if they were next to him (Feed on Dark Side) his mental reserves fired upon pistons of pure loathing, their emotion brought forth a fuel more pure that the blood of the innocent and the servitude of millions. He breathed inward and it came to him as a burning furnace to stoke up the coals of death’s own inferno. It filled his lungs with the need and the desire to seek vengeance. The type of vengeance that could only be sated by those that he loved most.
She was dead now, the Nightmare’s Child. Gone to the eternal beyond. Far from his grasp. There was another, her hair as red as fire and a determination unending. A prisoner free, yet in chains. He remembered her now. So distant, so close, refusing his will and only stoking his fire further. The left eye opened slowly, piercing acid yellow glowed with a star’s energy. It pulsated in the din, it flexed with the beat of his heart, steadily.
His grip opened and closed, his finger tips could feel its presence - the Jidai Maras - Sword of the Demon, the keeper of the Karn whose blood stained the blade. It was beyond his control now, the Nightmare’s Child may have been dead, but her soul, a piece of it resided here. Screaming forever as its imprisoned essence reminded him every - single - waking - moment - who he was. Its torment rang to his mind. He fought against it, toiled to hide from it, there was no where he could go and nothing he could do. Krynn Karn haunted him like a wraith, she cursed his name over and over again but the love in her eyes, the love she had for him never left. His mind couldn’t handle the suffering torment as she whispered to him over and over.
‘Why?’
Of that he had no answer. Only that she lived, in him. In an agonizing existence that tore at the fabric of the both of them. She would never have rest - nor would he. This bond, this connection, it is what he had been meditating on for these long cold months. They had not lessened, he had no relief. Time had not healed him - his eyes narrowed as the stars faded from his blurred vision back into pin pricks twinkling on the horizon of his sight.
Still he suffered - and so would they!
He arose, looking aside to the dust covered room he stood in. No one had come here just as he’d instructed. He’d been alone. A small pulsing light was flickering upon a console not far away. Steps of heavy laden boots took him there as if he was encumbered by millennia of grief. A gloved hand wiped the dust from the screen. It was a simple thing to note - someone had found the youth of fire. With a rush of his heavy cloak billowing behind him he turned in a dramatic sweep to face the controls on his Meditation Sphere.
Once he reached the control panel, he gave a moment of long awaited pause. She whispered to him then - he blinked, ‘Yes, the time for waiting is over. Now it has come to pass - the stars shall cry aloud my name - and they shall despair in it.’ A lonely signal shot through the darkness of space as the Sphere powered up and rotated to face a twinkling speck in the distance - the solitary home of Adara Silver.
‘When the pale one calls, therefore I come - and death shall follow me. There is nowhere to run.’
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Re: A Lonely Meditation
"Is it really you?" she asked, floating towards the airlock, using her spear to push her through the air. She took a moment to breath in the somewhat fresher air coming from his ship. It smelled... well, not like the wide open spaces of Jakelia, but it was far closer to them than here, where the air smelled a bit like her, like Sith ration packets, like metal and dust. It was the same way the water tasted, really, plastic and dusty.
Adara looked at the armor-clad man for a moment. She wasn't wearing her armor; if he attacked, she'd be at a great disadvantage. There hadn't been much need for it while she floated aimlessly in space. It was all there, of course, Tormentous hadn't tried to take it when he'd left her here. If he'd tried, she'd have fought him, even though she hadn't really needed it in all the months she'd been left here alone.
She could read the signs on his armor now, see that the person claimed to be the Chief of Sorell, her buir, her teacher. She looked at him a moment, then Adara closed her eyes and opened her not-eyes. His voice, his armor, but also his presence in the Force, and... she was fairly certain she could feel Celeste's, as well, twining around him. Could anything feel like that?
"You can come aboard," she said after a moment, an uncertain grin gracing her face briefly, "but... really, there's nothing much here, once I get my things. I think I'd rather go on board your ship."
She paused and stared at him. The last time she'd seen him, she hadn't chosen to walk in the Light exclusively. It wasn't his way, his was balance. She hoped he wouldn't be angry at her for choosing a different path.
She sighed, and swallowed. "I think Krynn is gone. And Jacobi, too... They never came back," she said, her voice soft and sad. She turned and drifted towards the room she'd been using as her meditation chamber. Her armor was there. If she was going to return to the Mandalorians, it was fitting that the Silver Knight was in her armor again. "I thought I'd been gone too long. I thought..." She left the sentence unfinished, but lifted her hand and turned the tracker off again, before turning and offering a slight smile to Colt as she continued to float backwards.
"I'm glad I was wrong about that."
Adara looked at the armor-clad man for a moment. She wasn't wearing her armor; if he attacked, she'd be at a great disadvantage. There hadn't been much need for it while she floated aimlessly in space. It was all there, of course, Tormentous hadn't tried to take it when he'd left her here. If he'd tried, she'd have fought him, even though she hadn't really needed it in all the months she'd been left here alone.
She could read the signs on his armor now, see that the person claimed to be the Chief of Sorell, her buir, her teacher. She looked at him a moment, then Adara closed her eyes and opened her not-eyes. His voice, his armor, but also his presence in the Force, and... she was fairly certain she could feel Celeste's, as well, twining around him. Could anything feel like that?
"You can come aboard," she said after a moment, an uncertain grin gracing her face briefly, "but... really, there's nothing much here, once I get my things. I think I'd rather go on board your ship."
She paused and stared at him. The last time she'd seen him, she hadn't chosen to walk in the Light exclusively. It wasn't his way, his was balance. She hoped he wouldn't be angry at her for choosing a different path.
She sighed, and swallowed. "I think Krynn is gone. And Jacobi, too... They never came back," she said, her voice soft and sad. She turned and drifted towards the room she'd been using as her meditation chamber. Her armor was there. If she was going to return to the Mandalorians, it was fitting that the Silver Knight was in her armor again. "I thought I'd been gone too long. I thought..." She left the sentence unfinished, but lifted her hand and turned the tracker off again, before turning and offering a slight smile to Colt as she continued to float backwards.
"I'm glad I was wrong about that."