Echoes of Eternity

[Silas Karn]

Two days had passed and Silas tired of looking out the viewport as Nil kept patient vigil. “If you need me I’ll be in the loading dock.” A swift nod was all the acknowledgement the Echani received before departing for the solitude at the back of the ship. Now completely absent of the influence either the dark side or the Force itself the former lord was laboring under the weight of his actions. Furthermore, it was best for the priest to remain as far from his former rival as possible.

The pair shared as much friction as they did levity and the mission hung on cooperation between the trio. Sitting down on a small bench behind his worktable the former Lord of Eshan hung his head low. ‘It still disturbs me. What is the correct path? Which ideal is arrives from the point of clarity? If only I had not been robbed from a proper upbringing. I am certain by now I would possess such foresight my ancestors themselves would be set in awe.’ While a failsafe remained even should Tormentous claim power unseen in all the galaxy and for all its cycles since the Great Schism.

Such a hope was but a minute sliver of probability that only one possessing of true eternal life may see it through. Sovereign would wield the Dark Lord against all those that had marred his rule. To burn away the rot of a galaxy truly content with the stalemate that resulted in endless wars. For a being truly untethered there was only the next artifact and the next scheme. However, Silas as his was in this moment was not the man who had gained such a title. If anything the broken fool was most akin to his mercenary days albeit with the many battles and conflicts between he and Jacobi in tow.

‘Conflicted, it has been many cycles since I last felt this way. The third and final time I bore shackles. A life of failure. Bereft of the many accomplishments that have been made under the banner of the Sith. Even if such gains were made with the blood of others staining my hands.’ Silas remained silent. Seeking the goal, the path he wished to walk. For the meeting he had set his-self up for would try his resolve in a manner unlike any since that first moment touching down upon the sands of Moraband.

[Kita_Ikari]

"Sounds easy enough." She replied. Kita wasn't sure why silas would need their blood. "What is the blood for?" She asked.

She nodded. "Well that explains why I couldn't sense you very well. Thankfully all the slaves and guards knew your whereabouts anyways, so I just followed those who were avoiding Tormentous." She replied with a slight smirk.

Silvanius heard his growl and flinched. She hadn't meant it the way it sounded, and she had hoped she hadn't upset the mandolorian to much. "Sorry...just have to admit for me it was confusing seeing two different personalities."

She hadn't paid much attention as Silas left. Instead she had been watching Jacobi load his pistols and tried to figure out exactly what to say for conversation. However, he had already brought up a subject. One she had already wondered he would bring up.

“Lady Silvanius is it?”

"Yes." Her reply was immediate. However she grew concerned. She thought Jacobi wanted her to learn the force. Want her to learn everything she could from Tormentous. But she couldn't study further to do that unless she took on a Sith name. A name she had actually looked forward too after learning about it and her risen status among the Sith. Course status really didn't matter to her. It was making sure she was as close to the mandolorian as possible that mattered.

Silvanius was about to say something when he picked up her hand and held it, but found herself silent. Her blue eyes staring at his hand holding hers. The last time he had done this, she was also unable to respond to him. Like his touch always managed to put her in some kind of trance like state. One she didn't want to leave.

“The Sith will only use you and betray you once they find someone better. I told you, not to trust them.”

"But I don't trust them!" She exclaimed. Silvanius felt a heavy weight in her heart. "I'm only doing what needs to be done. To continue learning the force. That's what you wanted...isn't it?" Silvanius...no...Kita knew he wanted her to learn and to be able to defend herself. That is exactly what she had been doing.

“You will lose yourself. The Dark Side will creep up on you and it will steal you away. You won’t even know it is coming until its too late. You have to get away from all this. Go - find the Jai-Galaar - nothing the Sith have can keep up with her."

Kita shook her head, a pained expression on her face. "No! I'm not leaving you behind." She protested seriously. The next words to come out of her mouth had spilled out naturally. Kita had made it clear she was not planning on leaving Jacobi behind for anything in the world. "Over my dead body am I leaving you here alone to suffer in solitude! Its just not going to happen. I won't allow it!" The sith apprentice had always been stubborn. And once she had her mind set to something, she stuck with it. And of course she couldn't come out and tell him why she wanted to stay with him, so she just hoped the mandolorian took her word for it when she said she wasn't leaving him.

She felt her master Lord Tormentous presence looming within, fighting with Jacobi. She wished...wanted to help him. But how? Kita couldn't leave him behind if she left Tormentous. "There HAS to be a way to help you..." she thought. She frowned in concern as he let her hand go. His own expression crestfallen. "Your running out of time."

Those words alone were haunting to Kita. True she had been...not herself at times. But she felt the reasons had been justified for her actions thus far.

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~2 Days later~

Sighing, Kita had been dwelling over what Silas had said about her being a key. She never liked the Priest much. She never trusted him. Then again...she never truly trusted anyone. Accept Jacobi. Kita had become curious and needed to find out what it was the Priest was talking about. So she had been seeking him out in the ship, which honestly hadn't taken her to long as she found him in the loading dock.

Silently she walked in, finding the priest in a depressed state as he seemed lost in thought with his head low over his workbench. She had never seen the priest in such a state before...it was really bizarre for her to see. "Uh hem." Kita walked forward as she caught his attention. "I need to talk to you…" Resting her hands on her bare hips, she lifted a brow in curiosity. "What did you mean when you said i was the key?" Her question was simple. She didn't want small talk in that moment, but to get to the point of the matter.

[Silas Karn]

It was inevitable, Silvanius making inquiries into Silas’s passing remark given her natural curiosity. Silas looked up at the young warrior and chuckled to his self. “I suppose there is no telling you to ignore such commentary.” Kita’s eyes gave firm affirmation of this fact as Silas motioned for her to take a seat at the bench across from his own. Once she took her place Silas began anew, “In truth I find it odd to disclose anything even to you. It is not my typical aim to allow such. However, perhaps as the result of the ritual performed before we left I am not myself.” It was a vocal recognition of the changes he had endured yet Silas realized he had not yet granted Kita what she sought.

“The short of it is that I see you as both the possible impetus behind Tormentous’s claim to immortality as well as his undoing. I don’t believe the Dark Lord has realized how dangerous you are to his existence. The mere fact that you know of the duality is threat enough.” Silas’s words held a distance the priest would not possess in speaking of such matters. As if the man in front of Silvanius was not the Lord Sovereign at all. “With the absence of the Force it seems I lack the need for subterfuge. As such I would allow you to know that even with the successful forging of the artifacts we seek to create Jacobi would not truly be lost. In fact, though the might of the Dark Lord will be greatly magnified, should he fall after such a creation the presence of Tormentous would be as muted as Jacobi’s is now.”

Though granting insight Silas had still reserved a great deal as it was never in his nature to do so without reason. Moreover Silas had attempted to grant Kita a degree of reprieve from her immediate fears. Though not intentionally listening in on any conversations his sense of hearing was nearly as acute as his sight. It was obvious that the young acolyte cared for the man Jacobi was and not the feared Lord he became. Though Kita could likely sense there was a lot more Silas was not telling her. Indeed, unless pressed to reveal what once was Silas would simply allow the conversation to die here.

[Kita_Ikari]

Without a word she sat across from the Priest, crossing her arms over her chest as he explained her hadn't been himself since blocking off the force. "So I've noticed. Same happened when I first met Jacobi. Which by the way, don't think I haven't noticed the rivalry between you two." She replied. She leaned forward, a small smile on her face as he mentioned earlier he didn't talk normally about anything. "To be fair I haven't said much to you either. Not going to lie. I don't trust you or anyone else. Accept Jacobi."

“The short of it is that I see you as both the possible impetus behind Tormentous’s claim to immortality as well as his undoing. I don’t believe the Dark Lord has realized how dangerous you are to his existence. The mere fact that you know of the duality is threat enough.”

"Well, even if Tormentous did know, I'm not trying to be a threat for him. I joined the Sith out of my own accord. Sure I didn't know Jacobi was also Tormentous the Sith Lord at the time...but I had promised myself id seek Jacobi out once I left the spire and stay by his side. And I stick to my promises. Even if it means my life is at risk under Tormentous hand."

“With the absence of the Force it seems I lack the need for subterfuge. As such I would allow you to know that even with the successful forging of the artifacts we seek to create Jacobi would not truly be lost. In fact, though the might of the Dark Lord will be greatly magnified, should he fall after such a creation the presence of Tormentous would be as muted as Jacobi’s is now.”

She had already pegged the Priest as Deceitful once she witnessed the anger from Tormentous against him. Even though she didn't understand the situation, she knew he had been causing trouble for her Master. And that was enough. "What do you mean he would be muted?"

She had many more questions unanswered that she wanted to ask the Priest while she had the chance. However first she needed this question answered.

[Jacobi Wylcott]

The very moment the Acolyte professed her unwillingness to leave Jacobi Wylcott, the room seemed to feel slightly colder and slightly darker and as if an echo was lain to the winds, the Dark Lord laughed at her menacingly with the knowledge that he would continue to turn her and she would be a willing partner in doing so. As for Jacobi, he simply nodded. He recognized personal sacrifice and he saw she was making one here. Foolish of her - but he appreciated it all the same. Kita did not understand what she was really getting into and as she trained more in the Dark Side the more its talons would sink in to her. He had wanted her to train - yes - but to strengthen her core - not to delve deeper into the Darkness that surrounded them and he could see it in her eyes, that blue eyed gaze was beginning to fade as the touch of the Sith was set upon her. It was only slight - but her eyes weren’t as bright as they used to be.

Jacobi wanted to plead with her again and try to convince her and tell her she needed to run. But he saw her damn stubbornness and hardheaded nature for what it was. He wasn’t upset with her at her decision. But he hated to see her innocence bled right out of her as he watched - no - as he facilitated the transmission from pleasant girl from old Tibrin to a sadistic monster just as bad as the Dark One himself. Kita’s relationship to the Force was more standard than Jacobi’s was. His was forced. Hers was willing. Therein sat the difference and where Jacobi was able to maintain his duality, Kita would be Silvanius and Silvanius would be Kita. It was not the same separation. Her very spirit and soul were on the line here. He would not give up from trying to convince her to flee the Sith, but for now he would accept her decision.

Kita was his friend. Silvanius was a difference that was not Kita in any regard and once Silvanius devoured that which was Kita. The young caring blonde he knew would cease to be. He huffed and fought to bring up a smile - it only surfaced half way.

That night the Mandalorian did not accept a room from that wretched Echani. He would rather stay on the outer hull of the ship than accept any such hospitality from his nemesis. Instead he made a simple cot in the cargo hold behind a set of crates but not after disabling Silas’ internal cameras - he didn’t fancy the Echani Lord looking at him unbidden. The crates Jacobi set up were almost a barricade so that he could defend himself from Silas’ inevitable siege on Jacobi’s cot space. From here he could post up his rifle and fire on the entryway of the cargo hold. Atop the first set of crates were spare power packs for easier reloading and two fragmentation grenades set on a shorter three second fuse so that they would not have to be cooked off as long before detonation.

Meanwhile the silent sentinel of Five-Oh would have kept to itself but Jacobi had ordered the wardroid to watch the entryway in case Silas Karn decided to attack while Jacobi slept. Obviously the Mandalorian trusted the Echani about as much as a predator would another of its own ilk.

He’d made the cot big enough for Kita to share but if she chose one of Silas’ bunks he’d not say anything counter to it.

---48 HOURS LATER

The ‘morning’ arrived as the prior one had and Jacobi was surprised to have seen that the Echani had not tried to assail his position. That said he arose like the other day and immediately he broke into some basic cardio. The Infiltrator was not a massive ship but the cargo hold was big enough to provide an area for some wind sprints in which Jacobi took full advantage of, hitting the running lane he’d painted on Silas’ deck with some florescent orange paint he’d found in one of the crates he’d ransacked. He ran until his lungs burned and his muscles ached. Once accomplished he fell into calisthenics until he achieved muscle failure - the entire event lasting two hours.

With his morning work out achieved he washed himself up in the refresher with Five-Oh watching his back the entire time and upon completing a good hot shower he retreated right back to the cargo hold. Silas’ Infiltrator’s internal safety systems were summarily disabled as Jacobi started a fire and cooked for himself in the cargo hold. Likely it drove Silas’ droids crazy but every attempt to rebuff his routines were met with violent threats and the droids relented.

The ship’s air purifiers were working overtime to sort out the smoke and the ash but they did the job well. Then Jacobi would clean up his mess and move on to weapons maintenance where he would oil and clean his beskad blades, ensure their edges were keen, and move to his firearms. Taking each of them apart one at a time and exacting perfection with their care. Whether they were used the next day or not, he would ritualize this routine over and again.

Midday came and he spared with Five-Oh. The talented wardroid was capable of breaking a sweat from Jacobi but not capable of presenting a sufficient threat to his life. That said - it was still a workout and it still offered him a means in which to sharpen his skills against.

[Silas Karn]

This was easily the longest conversation Silas had held in many cycles. Such lengthy discussions were seldom needed as Tormentous had little taste for such. The Echani could sense there was something eating at the young woman but was unable to parse exactly what she sought. To her latest inquiry the priest gave a deep exhale. “It is not a likely path as seldom even as he is now has Tormentous be seriously harmed or even pushed by his opponents. Yet, should the empowered Dark Lord, possessing might in excess of all those that have come before him, be defeated. Then, and only then, would your curiosity needed sated.” Silas granted a moment for Kita to grasp what he was leading her toward.

“In that divergent possibility. Slain after forging such a mighty artifact. In that manner restored by the link formed to create such an object. It is in that rare instance that Jacobi, not Tormentous, would be returned. Though Tormentous would not cease to be and in all likelihood would slowly reclaim all that he lost.” It was almost cruel to allow Kita some semblance of hope. But it was accurate and it was the apparent information she sought. Though the young woman was surely running out of time. Jacobi would surely seek her out given a long absence from his side. If there was anything deeper she wished to know Kita would need to do so now. Additionally, the young adept would need to make her inquiry in a way that Silas would not feel the need to resist. For his part Silas was weary of the young apprentice using what knowledge he did possess to place the High Priest at a unnatural disadvantage. The ‘why’ of her interest in what he knew was of critical importance.

[Kita_Ikari]

"So...what your saying is that this artifact you guys are creating will bring Jacobi fully back to the forefront? And if so, hadn't that already happened before?? When I first met him he was Jacobi...not Tormentous. How long would Jacobi have before my master came back in control?"

These were important questions for her. Because Kita knew she only had so much time to help Jacobi. She wanted to figure out a way to separate the mandolorian from the Sith Lord. But she really couldn't explain that to Silas. When he turned back, he would be using that information against her or tell the Dark Lord Tormentous. She wasn't sure what would happen if she succeeded in separating them. Another thought occurred to her. If she separated Jacobi from Tormentous...then her master could physically harm Jacobi and rid of him forever. But if he remained tied to Jacobi, then her master couldn't do anything other then suppress him.

As the thought occurred to her, she knitted her brow in worry. "Maybe this is a bad idea..." she thought. But if Jacobi remained attached to Tormentous, Kita was doomed to be stuck within the Dark forever as well...

Pushing the thoughts from her mind, she looked at Silas. "What do you know about the mandolorian? And how did Tormentous come to be?" Kita had never been told what happened. Her master never dared brought it up. And she knew nothing of Jacobi's past. She recalled what Slade had told her about not knowing anything about the mandolorian...and he was right. But getting Jacobi to open up was difficult. She desired to know more about him. "I don't know much about either of them. And its obvious they won't talk." She added.

[Silas Karn]

A pained laugh left Silas’s throat as Kita had missed the mark on the artifact’s purpose. “No, it is an object desire by Lord Tormentous. It would only be in his death that such side effects would be possible.” The Echani noble could sense Silvanius’s distress in the matter. However, what she asked next shook him to his core. The weight of his past seemed to loom over him as the acolyte made her final inquiry. A heavy breath and quiet contemplation met Kita in response as Silas shifted his gaze from her momentarily. The silence and long pause left Kita believing she would be granted no reply just before it was broken.

“I’ve known that Mandalorian for cycles. The very first time we met we fought. The system we battled on was left so crippled that its people abandoned it and the known galaxy. In those days I prevailed. Looking back however, I had already walked the path of an adept and held an unnatural advantage.” Silas’s voice was deep, his inflexion heavy, and his tone almost mournful. “I was soon brought into a struggle for the leadership of the Galactic Empire. It is through that victory that my path led back to Jacobi. He was a mercenary those days, same as I. However, as my half-sibling took the throne I was burdened with the Imperial Regency. My sibling took contract with Jacobi on several occasions and the pair grew close even as I reprimanded her for leaving the safety of her station. For a time there was relative peace, even as I and Jacobi squared off on multiple occasions.” Silas gave pause as what was to follow was the impetus behind everything.

“Returning from a mission that took him away from known space a Jedi Master arrived before me warning of the rise of the ‘Avatar of Darkness.’ This Jedi Master would later arrive at Koda Station. Ko...Koda was the location I and Jacobi received coordinates for a retrieval mission for the empress. It is there that the fate of everyone mention and all factions has been set since.” Silas watched as Kita’s eyes grew large in the light of what was to be the burden the Echani still carried. “My sibling had committed atrocities and slaughtered nearly all inhabitants of the station. She had discovered the Force and was predisposed to the dark side. It is in this blood soaked arena that all of us arrived. Seeing her sliding down a path that would surely destroy her I broke ranks even as Jacobi remained loyal to my sister, and attempted to win in a free for all. Yet of the many combatants that day it was Ben Kenobi that stood victorious. Jacobi managed to escape but I allowed myself to be incarcerated in hopes of guiding the process. Despite my best hopes of sending her with the Jedi to be purged of the Force in some semblance of rehabilitation, my sibling escaped custody.” Silas’s countenance grew dark as what followed was tragic.

“The ramifications of this are what place us here this day. I do not have first-hand knowledge of the circumstances but the facts remain clear thanks to what I have gathered in the interim. Jacobi succeeded, but in so doing he was slain. However, in a lack of full understanding of what it means to use Sith Sorcery my sibling had him brought back, and through the efforts of many far less suited acolytes than myself. This act gave rise to Tormentous. It is also through Koda that the Imperial Center, Coruscant, was sacked by the very same. I was unable to return in time to stop it.” Anger lit Silas’s countenance as he continued, “Despite having attempted to halt the Sith fleet on multiple occasions it was that occurrence that led to a trial and my ultimate exodus from the empire. Shortly after I came to Moraband and was finally defeated by Tormentous in a duel. That is when, with the threat of taking the Sith directly to Eshan should I decline, the Dark Lord brought me into his service. It wasn’t long before the empress was felled by Tormentous and the Jidai Maras was forged. As I was present for the conflict I have pieced that much together.”

All but finished Silas’s anger subsided as he finished speaking, “After a cycle of service Blood staged a coupe with Ben Kenobi actually aligning with him to defeat Tormentous. It was in this moment that I attempted to use Kenobi’s strength to permanently void Tormentous of the Force, and admittedly use the chaos to claim the reigns of the Sith. Tormentous saw through my aims and turned against me though the Kenobi did succeed in defeating him that day. However, due to the intermingling of Blood’s aims with the Galactic Empire any attempt to permanently void Tormentous of the Force failed. My holdings in Eshan were soon seized. My daughter and wife held beyond my reach and my sun exiled with what remained of our nobles.” Silas was through talking. Though in some small way it felt good to share the wounds left from a lifetime of struggles remained raw. Standing up to depart from Kita he offered a warning, “There is no other being alive outside of myself and now you that are privy to this. Should you allow Tormentous to know what you’ve been told, I will be placed in a precarious position and would seek retribution.” Tired of the company Silas left to join Nil at the helm.

[Jacobi Wylcott]

Stalking through the halls and corridors of Sovereign’s ship was - tiresome. The blasted Echani even smelled like his race and that was enough to set Jacobi off on a tangent and he needed a distraction. Stomping his way into the kitchenette he tromped through every storage bin, pantry and box he could find for something pleasantly edible and he was not surprised but greatly dismayed that the Echani lacked a sufficient steak nor had they a strong whiskey to compliment it. Through grumbling barely checked choleric fits he shuffled through hacking up some avian creature’s wings and breast meat, found what seasonings he could stomach and found a semi-pleasant starch - at least they could do something right.

It took him a while to cook himself up the portioned plate, subconsciously though he’d made more than one serving. In the back of his mind he knew why. He sighed dramatically. Reaching down to his belt he tapped his communicator twice, just enough to transmit to Kita an audible disruption in the frequency. If she was keen and caught the anomaly and had the drive to investigate it then she’d perhaps seek him out.

By the time Jacobi returned to his cargo hold fort he kicked up the little fire again and set down the foot on a makeshift built heating plate. After finding more of Silas’ belongings to use as kindling he stoked the fire nicely. After some further investigation though he found himself a bottle of Arkanian Rum. Not typically his pallette but he hadn’t expected this much from the Echani. No doubt some item that Karn had picked up during his time on Thrysus.

Peeling the label off and popping the top he dipped it back and took a draw from the bottle. It burned at first but ran into a smooth spice flavor. All in all it was acceptable. It had more burn to it than it had alcohol but out of the best of a bad situation.

Settling in he put the bottle down and drew out his beskad blade. Mandalorian Iron, or beskar, was impervious to most things in this world. To sharpen one, a stone of similar iron had to be procured but there again one could argue that a true beskad would never dull. Jacobi held this opinion but he tended to his blade anyways. It was good practice and good to keep the blade oiled and formed. From an armor pouch he dripped a little oil onto the stone he equipped and one lick at a time he drew the beskad across the surface of the stone to the rhythm of the firelight.

[Kita_Ikari]

Kita felt unsure what emotion to feel the most as she listened to the Echani's story. It was a sad one, and concerning on both sides. She felt Silas remorse for the events that had occurred between him and Jacobi. Thinking back on it, she did remember Jacobi mentioning briefly a year ago he was in a explosive accident and needed the mask he wore to survive. He had also hinted at how from Tormentous and Jacobi themselves at different times, that sith sorcery had a price. Kita hadn't known fully what the affects would be from this...but she started to finally put together the missing pieces of the mandolorians comments. "So...that's how Tormentous had come to be...I felt Jacobi was hinting to something about him..." She whispered to herself.

Whoever this sibling was of Silas, it was obvious his sister and Jacobi had once been close. And the fact she had died, Kita knew she wouldn't ever have the chance of meeting this person whom saved the mandolorian...and who also seemed to have cast him as deep into the darkness as herself. Knowing Tormentous had killed her, Kita wondered if he kept her skull like the rest of his victims. But that information old be looked into another day.

The fact Jacobi had died once bothered her. Kita began wondering what would happen if he didn't ever come back should he die again? "If he died once..." she shook her head and gave a small smile at the priest. "So your the reason why...and this jedi, had blocked off Jacobi’s use of the force." Silence befell them for a few seconds before continuing. The next words were sincere coming from the young sith. "For this I have to thank you...and yet also makes me question your loyalty. Which is why I see now perhaps another reason Jacobi mistrust and hates you so much." She added bluntly. Kita couldn't help but notice that plain fact. "If Tormentous hadn't been suppressed due to the lack of his connection to the force, I wouldn't have ever met Jacobi...or learn of his existence. So for that I'm grateful. However, i wish what happened to Jacobi before that never happened...but we have to look past that now. Can't change it."

Instantly in that moment she heard a disruption in her com link. "...odd..." The second tap made her brows furrow as she thought about what was going on with her communicator. She lifted it and examine the thing briefly before setting it aside. She would have to look into it after her chat with the echani.

Kita blue eyes widened at Silas, worried and yet also not the least bit surprised as he threatened to kill her if she said anything. "Hey, I'm not saying anything. What happened between you guys is between you two. I'm staying out of it!" She still couldn't say anything about why she wanted this information. The fact he already told her the majority of these past events, she felt satisfied and didn't need much more in trying to pry information from the priest. Now she needed to make her own plans somehow to figure out what to do about the fight between Jacobi and her master Lord Tormentous. She rested a hand on her chin deep in thought before being pulled away from it as Silas got up to leave. "Wait! Before you go? What was your sister's name if you don't mind me asking? Obviously Jacobi and her were close? But how close exactly?" She didn't think much about why she was asking this. But it definitely was something she wanted to know. "Again, I won't say anything. I'm just asking."

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Sighing, Kita stared at her com and began thinking on what had caused the thing to go off. There was no voice. No one spoke. But as she began thinking about it, she knew Jacobi and Silas were the only ones able to use the com for contact with her at the moment. So she had come to the conclusion that it had been the mandolorian. Seeing the ship was small, she quickly entered the cargo hold. The smell of alcohol light in the air. "Isn't it a bit early for drinking?" She heard the oiled stone sharpening a knife. She knew that sound well. Quietly she approached the fort he made to hide in and crawled inside. "You really gonna hang out in here for the whole trip?" She then noticed some belongings burning nearby and looked unamused. "...Im not even going to ask who's those are..." Kita partially wanted to laugh at the thought of Silas getting riled that the mandolorian had burned his belongings. With a smirk on her face, she laid down next to Jacobi and stared at the ceiling in thought trying to sort out her own emotions on things. Lots of thoughts came to mind...including her father. She had no idea how he was doing since she disappeared.

Turning her head, she watched as Jacobi sharpened his blade. The sound was soothing in a way...bringing her back to thoughts on Zoist where he began training her in survival. It seemed so long ago. And even though she almost died, she did enjoy spending time with the mandolorian. Thinking on how long it had been since then, she just regretted she hadn't spent as much time with Jacobi as she wanted before Tormentous came back. A sad smile had appeared on her face as she looked up at him.