Aittera looked up from the communications console of the Wanderer, which had become something of an office for her since losing the Devious Hope. Frowning, she turned to look over at Selus in the captain's chair. "I think we should go to Nar Shaddaa first."
Turning to look at her, Selus got a curious expression across his furred face, his blue eyes narrowed. "Why there?"
"I just heard from a contact there that puts Ragious's son at a party hosted by a pirate armada twice in the last month. I want to get eyes on." She paused for a moment, thoughtful. "I'm also short on usable intel. If we're going to keep up the offensive, I need contacts that can get inside Imperial space without rousing suspicion. This party might be a good place to put out a few feelers."
"Yeah, but pirates? Really? I hate pirates." He frowned and grumbled but it was clear she had his support as he dropped them out of hyperspace and began making new jump calculations to take them to Nar. "I didn't know we were going to keep up the offensive. I figured we'd see what he does with us blowing up his precious ship."
She smiled at his protest, leaning in to kiss his cheek as he began his calculations. "I think it's better if we don't give him room to retaliate. If he couldn't have the decency to die on our first try, we need to hit him again as soon as possible."
Selus frowned as he nodded, not wanting to give voice to his worry just yet. "So we'll go to Nar and see if we can't scope out his kid."
She noted the frown and offered, "Gives me an excuse to wear something pretty."
"At least you can find the silver lining." He grinned at her, leaning over for a kiss as he pulled the control lever to send them back into hyperspace.
Aittera kissed him deeply before turning back to her console. Their time away together had been rejuvenating, and she was returning with the single-minded conviction that Darth Ragious was going to suffer at her hands for what he'd done to her - to them.
4/10/2014
4/04/2014
Riukii's bio
(( Posted this to Krayt Armada's forums and realized I hadn't cross-posted here. Should probably look to see if I forgot to cross-post Ali's while I'm at it. ))
Name: Riukii (pronounced Roo-key) Talsyn
Age: 24
Race: Human (with cybernetic implants)
Gender: Female
Ship: Rydge's Dust
Rank: Captain
Background: Riukii grew up on Tatooine, the youngest member of a moderately sizable but tragically poor family, with one thing on her mind: getting the hell out. It made her a tad misunderstood by her parents and siblings, who genuinely believed she'd grow out of her somewhat problematic adventures that seemed adorable at 6 and dangerous at 14, but they did the best they could to love and protect her throughout. In retrospect now, their over-protective nature would have likely been better served with the application of a firm hand, of course, but it was what it was. When she was 15, she was visiting Anchorhead with one of her brothers when she looked up in time to see an old, beat up Lethisk-class armed freighter preparing to land at the spaceport.
It didn't take her long to find the pilot - a tall, muscular ratattaki with piercing eyes smooth-talking his way through customs - and it was love at first sight. Rusok Talsyn was an enigma to the young, impressionable girl, and their relationship was like riding a tornado for the next four years. He taught her everything from flying to fighting as they took bounties, mercenary jobs that he called challenging (which were often simply insane), smuggling jobs, or chased after rumors of treasure and quick credits.
When Riukii finally realized that her lover and business partner was perhaps a little too out of control, she tried to make a clean break of things and leave him behind, but Rusok wouldn't hear of it. For the next year, her life became something of a nightmare as he stalked her, terrorized her, and showed just how much of a psychopath he could be. In the end, he died in what she jokingly deems 'a malfunctioning airlock incident', and she inherited his ship.
Now, she works for herself, and she wouldn't have it any other way. She's learned a lot about the Dust's violent and storied history, and if you get a drink or two in her, she'll bend your ear about it for hours. She's a free spirit who basically goes where the credits are, and joining Krayt was both about making more money and finding strength in numbers after her last contract with a Sith cabal renewed her silly paranoid notion that she'd like to live to see her 30th, 40th, and even 50th birthdays.
Age: 24
Race: Human (with cybernetic implants)
Gender: Female
Ship: Rydge's Dust
Rank: Captain
Background: Riukii grew up on Tatooine, the youngest member of a moderately sizable but tragically poor family, with one thing on her mind: getting the hell out. It made her a tad misunderstood by her parents and siblings, who genuinely believed she'd grow out of her somewhat problematic adventures that seemed adorable at 6 and dangerous at 14, but they did the best they could to love and protect her throughout. In retrospect now, their over-protective nature would have likely been better served with the application of a firm hand, of course, but it was what it was. When she was 15, she was visiting Anchorhead with one of her brothers when she looked up in time to see an old, beat up Lethisk-class armed freighter preparing to land at the spaceport.
It didn't take her long to find the pilot - a tall, muscular ratattaki with piercing eyes smooth-talking his way through customs - and it was love at first sight. Rusok Talsyn was an enigma to the young, impressionable girl, and their relationship was like riding a tornado for the next four years. He taught her everything from flying to fighting as they took bounties, mercenary jobs that he called challenging (which were often simply insane), smuggling jobs, or chased after rumors of treasure and quick credits.
When Riukii finally realized that her lover and business partner was perhaps a little too out of control, she tried to make a clean break of things and leave him behind, but Rusok wouldn't hear of it. For the next year, her life became something of a nightmare as he stalked her, terrorized her, and showed just how much of a psychopath he could be. In the end, he died in what she jokingly deems 'a malfunctioning airlock incident', and she inherited his ship.
Now, she works for herself, and she wouldn't have it any other way. She's learned a lot about the Dust's violent and storied history, and if you get a drink or two in her, she'll bend your ear about it for hours. She's a free spirit who basically goes where the credits are, and joining Krayt was both about making more money and finding strength in numbers after her last contract with a Sith cabal renewed her silly paranoid notion that she'd like to live to see her 30th, 40th, and even 50th birthdays.
3/27/2014
Riukii
(( This speaks to Riukii's background for me. Her first relationship was with a mysogynist psychopath who stalked her and outright tormented her when she tried to walk away from him. Until he was in that unfortunate airlock accident on the Rydge's Dust, of course. The relationship was intense and crazed with extreme highs and lows, and I imagine that there are still times she thinks about the great sex and the better highlights, and in the kind of relationship where everything is so intense that even when you've been fighting, you fall into bed, the misery has it's own addictive qualities.
Riukii herself comes across as such an up person that it's hard to tell that she likes walking that edge, but I think it's because she came out the winner in that first relationship. It puts a confidence in her that she carries well...right up until she's walking the edge again with the next guy. ))
Riukii herself comes across as such an up person that it's hard to tell that she likes walking that edge, but I think it's because she came out the winner in that first relationship. It puts a confidence in her that she carries well...right up until she's walking the edge again with the next guy. ))
3/26/2014
Some thoughts (OOC Post)
Lately, writing has no appeal for me. I went from writers block in the fall to writers apathy, I suppose. It's also entirely likely that I've been pouring so much into RP in the last month that there's nothing left to write. In CoH, that would have led to posting converted logs, and I wish I could do that in TOR, because I'm really happy with everything that's going on IC.
Anyone who knows me well knows that music is where I live, and I love so many different styles, genres, what-have-you. I was born singing. I spent the first half of my life singing. It was my passion. Even after I left it behind, I kept music close. I wake up with it in my head. Unless we stop to watch something on tv, it's a constant in my home. I connect with it, through it, to it, depending on where I'm at personally.
Lately, I can hear characters in music. Sometimes, it's an expression of where they're at. Sometimes, it's about something in their past or in their makeup. And sometimes, it's like "Ask DNA" making me strut through the room like I see Riukii so clearly in my head as she bounces onto the party barge on Nar.
So, that's what I'm going to be posting for a while, I guess. When a song makes me go "how fitting!", I'll toss it up here and try to at least give an ooc explanation of the why.
When I feel like writing again, I'll write. I might convert some logs from RP outside of TOR if I can write enough of the in between that takes place in game to give them some consistency at some point, as well.
Anyone who knows me well knows that music is where I live, and I love so many different styles, genres, what-have-you. I was born singing. I spent the first half of my life singing. It was my passion. Even after I left it behind, I kept music close. I wake up with it in my head. Unless we stop to watch something on tv, it's a constant in my home. I connect with it, through it, to it, depending on where I'm at personally.
Lately, I can hear characters in music. Sometimes, it's an expression of where they're at. Sometimes, it's about something in their past or in their makeup. And sometimes, it's like "Ask DNA" making me strut through the room like I see Riukii so clearly in my head as she bounces onto the party barge on Nar.
So, that's what I'm going to be posting for a while, I guess. When a song makes me go "how fitting!", I'll toss it up here and try to at least give an ooc explanation of the why.
When I feel like writing again, I'll write. I might convert some logs from RP outside of TOR if I can write enough of the in between that takes place in game to give them some consistency at some point, as well.
3/20/2014
So Riukii
((I swear this is perfectly timed with the way I see her walk in my head, complete with hip swing. ))
Home
The diminutive figure stood in the doorway, leaning against the door frame with her head tipped to the side so that the top of her head rested against it above her shoulder. Light bathed her from behind, but the room itself was dark, leaving her face in shadow framed by a blue halo of unkempt hair. She watched the sleeping figure on the bed with a solemn air about her without fidgeting or shuffling her feet - something that would strike anyone who knew her as unprecedented for the usually hyper-active sugar-fueled spacer who once flitted around Carrick with an infectious grin.
Every time she'd given in to exhaustion, she'd fallen asleep beside him only to wake up a few hours later, screaming about how her father was still alive and that there was no escape from him, reliving the trauma she ran away from in her childhood. She hadn't slept in two days this time, waiting each night for him to fall asleep before creeping out of the bed and wandering the large house that had been his family home.
He'd brought her to Chandrilla to heal.
He'd called it home. "It will all be okay Kel. I'll get you out of here, back to our home. I'm going to take care of you. I'm not leaving you ever again, I promise."
To fix her.
She wondered if this time, there was no fix. At the very least, she wanted to run away again. And again. And again.
It was too quiet, too peaceful, and she needed to stop replaying the attack over and over in her head. She needed to remember how to be a survivor, because her mysterious assailant had made her a victim again. She needed her family.
Every time she'd given in to exhaustion, she'd fallen asleep beside him only to wake up a few hours later, screaming about how her father was still alive and that there was no escape from him, reliving the trauma she ran away from in her childhood. She hadn't slept in two days this time, waiting each night for him to fall asleep before creeping out of the bed and wandering the large house that had been his family home.
He'd brought her to Chandrilla to heal.
He'd called it home. "It will all be okay Kel. I'll get you out of here, back to our home. I'm going to take care of you. I'm not leaving you ever again, I promise."
To fix her.
She wondered if this time, there was no fix. At the very least, she wanted to run away again. And again. And again.
It was too quiet, too peaceful, and she needed to stop replaying the attack over and over in her head. She needed to remember how to be a survivor, because her mysterious assailant had made her a victim again. She needed her family.
3/12/2014
The Death of Jheryth Chrystopher
Jheryth
defended himself from the crowd of attackers he had gathered. He was
surrounded, barely able to deflect the onslaught of blaster fire, not
able to find the advantage on any one target. He saw Aittera closing
the distance between them, determination set on her face as she tried
to her best to land a shot, squeezing the trigger as quickly as her
blaster could manage. He made his mind up then, using the force to
hurl himself at her. He thrust his saber forward, stopping just in
front of her. A sensation like nothing he ever felt, burned in his
chest. He looked down between the two of them, seeing his saber in
her hand, the blade illuminating the point where it protruded from
his chest. He looked back up at her, noting the emotion swirling
behind her eyes, but not understanding, as she seemed to fall away
from him.
A kaleidoscope of colors burst in his vision, and he threw
his arms around her shoulders to steady himself. He saw the crystal
blue waters of her eyes, feeling a cool breeze caress his face, the
smell of sea mist filling his senses. She watched as his eyes dawned
with clarity, like he received an answer to a question. He touched
his lips to hers, then fell to his knees. She watched as a simple
smile spread over his lips. And then he laid himself down and was
still. She shut her eyes, refusing to show any emotion, letting the
saber hilt fall out of her hand, clattering to the ground. She opened
her eyes and walked away. She was dimly aware of someone asking what
to do with the body. Some else replied, "Leave him with the rest
of the trash." And the crowd dispersed.
Several
minutes later, a young woman moved into the street from the shadows,
her hood sliding further down around her face as she looked down at
her former master. She found him exactly as she expected. She knew he
told her this was to happen, but she let a tear fall for him anyway.
She removed a burial cloth from the pack on her shoulder. She held
out her free hand, lifting his body, and willing the cloth to wind
its way around him, making a conscious effort to make his arms fold
up around his chest. She lifted him higher, then laid him over her
shoulder, letting his way sink down upon her. This was her burden to
bear...
She
lowered him into a boat, waiting on the shore of Alderaan's east
coast. She arranged him on the boat, bright orange locks escaping her
hood, falling down against her check. She removed an oil lamp from
her pack, lit it and placed it on his chest, between where his hands
were folded. She let the current pull the boat away, watching as it
moved itself further out on the current. She motioned her hand, and
the oil lamp broke, setting occupant and boat ablaze. She watched the
flames spread quickly, feeling the breeze tug at the loose strands of
her hair. She heard footfalls in the sand.
She looked down as a young
boy looked up at her, a mane of long red hair falling down his back
as he stared up at her. "Where is my father?"
She
stared into those piercing green eyes for a moment, then looked back
out at the water, the boy turning his head to follow her gaze. The
wake of the sinking boat reflected an emerald green glow, then faded
and the spot returned to it's normal color, becoming as still as if
nothing had happened upon the surface.
"Your father cannot be
with you now. Come with me, and I will tell you everything about
him."
Jheryth's
eyes flew open. The stone he was levitating burst, spraying pebbles
across the meditation room. His heart was beating fast, but an eerie
calm settled over him. He had to blink twice to get those blue eyes
out of his vision. He looked up to see his tactical officer crossing
through the doorway into the room.
“My
lord. Decker has found something that you will want to see.”
Jheryth
blinked again, trying to process what he had just seen, “How is
she?”
His
tactical officer looked wary, but spoke with confidence, “We have
lost track of her my lord. Our sources confirm that she is unharmed.”
Jheryth
nodded and then rose, motioning for his officer to lead the way. He
followed, making his way to the conference room, where large computer
station stands where the table would be.
Decker
swiveled around in her chair, her lekku twitching with excitement,
“My lord! You will not believe what I have found. You have to see
this!”
Decker
tapped a few keys, and the holo-screen came to life, showing the
aftermath of an attack an archaeological dig site. A reporter was
interviewing a Jedi Sage.
“...it
has still not been confirmed, and the attack and theft of the
datacron does not lead credence to it's existence. The Aether Axiom
is still a myth, and will remain a myth....”
Jheryth
tuned out the drone of the Sage, looking at Decker, “There are very
few who haven't heard the myth. It doesn't sur...”
“My
lord, “ Decker interrupted in her excitement, “I know. Even us
thieves have heard of it. It's like the ultimate treasure! I also
found this.” She tapped a few buttons, and the screen switched to a
bunch of different websites.
Jheryth
looked at the screens blankly, “Ok, what am I looking at?”
Decker
motioned to the different screens, “Well, to you it's a bunch of
random stuff, but to someone like me, it's a trail. Someone's got
that datacron, and they are making it known. Hopefully I can track
'em down.”
Jheryth
nodded, “Keep me updated.” He turned to his tactical officer,
“Aven, keep an eye out for her. Let me know when she resurfaces.”
3/08/2014
Chrystopher Legacy-Chapter 4: Chaos
Jheryth
watched the man become semi-solid in front of him. “How is this
possible?”
The
man smiled, “It is by no means easy, but it is something you have
encountered before. You remember the young twi'lek, apprenticed to
your enemy. What was her name? The blue one.”
Jheryth
cocked his head to the side, processing this information, “Temivi?”
“Yes,
that one. So you see, there are those of us who can remain, even
after death.”
Jheryth
looked at him accusingly, “So you mean to possess me?”
The
man's smile faltered slightly, “Of course not. Let me properly
introduce myeslf. I am Na'ethyn Jadett. I am your ancestor.”
Jheryth
quirked a brow, “My ancestor?”
Jadett
nodded, “The Chrystophers were once Jadetts. Politics and alliances
shift, as you know. I myself became disillusioned with the Empire, so
I broke ties.
Apart from the Empire, I became even more powerful. Others learned of this power, and and tried to take it for themselves. I destroyed anyone that came after me, so it was made to look like I was a threat to the Empire. As more people aligned themselves against me, I knew it was time to hide my knowledge, preserve my legacy, so one day a true Jadett would reclaim it!”
Apart from the Empire, I became even more powerful. Others learned of this power, and and tried to take it for themselves. I destroyed anyone that came after me, so it was made to look like I was a threat to the Empire. As more people aligned themselves against me, I knew it was time to hide my knowledge, preserve my legacy, so one day a true Jadett would reclaim it!”
“What
about the Chrystophers?” Jheryth inquired.
Jadett
scoffed. “The Jadetts ran like rats - trying to distance themselves
from the political backlash - assuming that the tide would turn
against them as well. They went so far as to forsake their own name.
They wormed their way onto Alderaan, jostling and marrying into
nobility where they could. You are the first force-sensitive the
Chrystophers have produced in ten generations!”
Jheryth
shifted his weight from one foot to the other, absorbing this
information, still wary. “So why haven't you been more present?
Been my master instead of leading me to Korriban?”
Jadett
motioned to the crystal hovering above the dais, “My essence is
stored in that crystal. It keeps me anchored to this existence.
However, I am only an echo of what I once was. I can watch you with
little difficulty, but manifesting takes a lot of energy. I can also
monitor things from this computer station. When I found out that a
Chrystopher had been accepted to the Academy, and then expelled, I
knew you were the one I needed.”
“Needed?”
Jheryth asked dubiously, folding his arms across his chest.
“Yes!
To reclaim my legacy! Bring the Jadett name back. To make the
universe fear us! Take the power I'm offering you. We can make the
universe tremble. After everything I've done for you, you still don't
trust me?”
Jheryth
narrowed his eyes at the apparition. “No.”
He
lunged at the crystal, grabbing it with both hands. It showered the
room in green light, energy traveling down through his arms into his
chest....
Victory
Five months later...
In the cockpit of the Wanderer, two figures sat in the captain's and co-pilot's chairs, their hands clasped and hanging in the space between them. They silently counted six detonations - each representing a charge one of them had planted - and their resultant explosions along the underbelly of a ship known as the Avenger, a Harrower-class dreadnought that presumably carried it's owner, the Sith known as Darth Ragious.
"You know, this will be a great story."
"It's too bad that no one is ever going to believe it."
He had taken three days of her life, her ship, and in the months that had followed, a piece of her sanity; as he'd used the Force in ways Aittera hadn't known were possible - appearing so that only she could see him, influencing her thoughts, visiting her in her most vulnerable moments. He had tried to manipulate her into believing that submitting herself to him was something she wanted somehow. When that didn't work, he threatened Selus and her friends, and he even went so far as pursuing the one woman who had helped her the most by using the Force to shield her mind from his influences.
And now, Aittera and Selus had struck a blow in return that he would not be able to ignore. She didn't let herself hope that they had gotten so lucky as to have actually killed him. That would be nice, but her luck had never been that good. Blowing up his flagship while he was on it was a hell of a message though.
And she was just getting started.
In the cockpit of the Wanderer, two figures sat in the captain's and co-pilot's chairs, their hands clasped and hanging in the space between them. They silently counted six detonations - each representing a charge one of them had planted - and their resultant explosions along the underbelly of a ship known as the Avenger, a Harrower-class dreadnought that presumably carried it's owner, the Sith known as Darth Ragious.
"You know, this will be a great story."
"It's too bad that no one is ever going to believe it."
He had taken three days of her life, her ship, and in the months that had followed, a piece of her sanity; as he'd used the Force in ways Aittera hadn't known were possible - appearing so that only she could see him, influencing her thoughts, visiting her in her most vulnerable moments. He had tried to manipulate her into believing that submitting herself to him was something she wanted somehow. When that didn't work, he threatened Selus and her friends, and he even went so far as pursuing the one woman who had helped her the most by using the Force to shield her mind from his influences.
And now, Aittera and Selus had struck a blow in return that he would not be able to ignore. She didn't let herself hope that they had gotten so lucky as to have actually killed him. That would be nice, but her luck had never been that good. Blowing up his flagship while he was on it was a hell of a message though.
And she was just getting started.
2/25/2014
Chrystopher Legacy-Chapter 3:Discord
Jheryth bolted upright, breath coming in ragged gasps. The smell of a very familiar perfume seemed to fade from his consciousness as he registered his tactical adviser's voice blaring at him from the ships's comm system. "M'lord, we have arrived."
Jheryth closed his eyes, willing himself into calmness before answering. "Where are we?"
"Alderaan, m'lord.", his tactical adviser responded, with some surprise in his voice. "You have appointments to visit your businesses here."
"Alderaan", Jheryth repeated, trying to clear the clouded state he found his thoughts to currently be in. He'd been very focused and calm the past few years.
"M'lord?", his tactical adviser queried with some concern. Jheryth could feel the force whispering to him, pulling his focus to his forest clearing.
He threw off the covers and sprang out of bed, "Change of plans." He got dressed and made his way to the cockpit. "You and Decker go check in, give my blessing and then take some time off." He handed them each a cred stick, "Take me to my clearing. I'll call you when I'm ready."
An hour later, Jheryth stepped out into the clearing, slung his pack over his shoulder, and narrowed his eyes at the spot at the edge of the clearing where the stranger appeared to him twice in his life. He pursed his lips in dissatisfaction and then scoffed to the air, "Destiny?" He growled in frustration and made his way into the forest.
The forest closed in around him, becoming so thick he had to draw his saber to cut a path through for himself. A half day worth of traveling brought him to a mass of hanging vines blocking his way. As his saber sliced through, the vines cascaded to the floor, revealing the crumbling remains of a stone wall. He worked his way past the wall, stepping into what appeared to be a secluded clearing, much like his own, except much larger. The trees grew so thick, the clearing was covered in a canopy of foliage, leaving the area in perpetual twilight. He picked his way through, stone and leaves crunching under his boots.
He made his way to the center, surveying the area. Based on the remnants of walls and bits of foundation jutting from the ground, what once stood here was impressive in size. He took a slow, deep breath and closed his eyes. Starting a slow rotation, he watched the scenery move in his mind, until something caught his attention. He stopped and opened his eyes.
Before him was part of a wall, partially covered by undergrowth. He moved closer, narrowing his eyes, absorbing every detail. The wall appeared to be one of the largest standing pieces of the ruins. He brushed back the dust and foliage, and a strange thrill ran through him as his fingertips moved across the rough stone. He cleared as much away as he could, tracing his fingers along the surface, stopping on a small inlet that pulsed with a green shimmer. Smiling to himself, he pressed down on the inset and stepped back as a hiss of stale air escaped from underneath the wall, heralding the rough sound of stone moving against stone.
A large piece of the wall sank down and away, pieces of the wall and earth crumbling down the newly exposed stairway that greeted him. As he started his descent, the wall started its return to its steadfast vigil, dropping more bits of rubble and earth down upon him and the stairway. Jheryth reached out with the force, using the glow of his saber to light his way, making for the end of the stairs. Taking a couple of cautious steps forward, overhead lights flickered to life, illuminating the corridor he was now standing in.
He followed for a way, and a few turns later the corridor opened up into what could be described as a rather well-furnished bunker. The circular aspect of its design, as well as the orderly way each living area was arranged had a familiar appeal. What held his attention most readily was the circular computer station, and the most beautiful emerald that hovered at a dais just beyond that, suspended in a shaft of green light.
Jheryth moved forward, skirting the computer, entranced by the emerald. He heard a voice whipering to him, "...take it..." He reached his hand out to take the emerald, and as soon as his hand broke the plane of light, the computer station came to life, announcing that his DNA had been confirmed. He pulled his hand away quickly as the holo-terminal erupted in green beams of light that fanned out, forming the shape of the mysterious stranger that knew so much about him. The silky male voice that came from the holo-image was unmistakable. "I have been waiting for you for a long time. Welcome home."
Jheryth closed his eyes, willing himself into calmness before answering. "Where are we?"
"Alderaan, m'lord.", his tactical adviser responded, with some surprise in his voice. "You have appointments to visit your businesses here."
"Alderaan", Jheryth repeated, trying to clear the clouded state he found his thoughts to currently be in. He'd been very focused and calm the past few years.
"M'lord?", his tactical adviser queried with some concern. Jheryth could feel the force whispering to him, pulling his focus to his forest clearing.
He threw off the covers and sprang out of bed, "Change of plans." He got dressed and made his way to the cockpit. "You and Decker go check in, give my blessing and then take some time off." He handed them each a cred stick, "Take me to my clearing. I'll call you when I'm ready."
An hour later, Jheryth stepped out into the clearing, slung his pack over his shoulder, and narrowed his eyes at the spot at the edge of the clearing where the stranger appeared to him twice in his life. He pursed his lips in dissatisfaction and then scoffed to the air, "Destiny?" He growled in frustration and made his way into the forest.
The forest closed in around him, becoming so thick he had to draw his saber to cut a path through for himself. A half day worth of traveling brought him to a mass of hanging vines blocking his way. As his saber sliced through, the vines cascaded to the floor, revealing the crumbling remains of a stone wall. He worked his way past the wall, stepping into what appeared to be a secluded clearing, much like his own, except much larger. The trees grew so thick, the clearing was covered in a canopy of foliage, leaving the area in perpetual twilight. He picked his way through, stone and leaves crunching under his boots.
He made his way to the center, surveying the area. Based on the remnants of walls and bits of foundation jutting from the ground, what once stood here was impressive in size. He took a slow, deep breath and closed his eyes. Starting a slow rotation, he watched the scenery move in his mind, until something caught his attention. He stopped and opened his eyes.
Before him was part of a wall, partially covered by undergrowth. He moved closer, narrowing his eyes, absorbing every detail. The wall appeared to be one of the largest standing pieces of the ruins. He brushed back the dust and foliage, and a strange thrill ran through him as his fingertips moved across the rough stone. He cleared as much away as he could, tracing his fingers along the surface, stopping on a small inlet that pulsed with a green shimmer. Smiling to himself, he pressed down on the inset and stepped back as a hiss of stale air escaped from underneath the wall, heralding the rough sound of stone moving against stone.
A large piece of the wall sank down and away, pieces of the wall and earth crumbling down the newly exposed stairway that greeted him. As he started his descent, the wall started its return to its steadfast vigil, dropping more bits of rubble and earth down upon him and the stairway. Jheryth reached out with the force, using the glow of his saber to light his way, making for the end of the stairs. Taking a couple of cautious steps forward, overhead lights flickered to life, illuminating the corridor he was now standing in.
He followed for a way, and a few turns later the corridor opened up into what could be described as a rather well-furnished bunker. The circular aspect of its design, as well as the orderly way each living area was arranged had a familiar appeal. What held his attention most readily was the circular computer station, and the most beautiful emerald that hovered at a dais just beyond that, suspended in a shaft of green light.
Jheryth moved forward, skirting the computer, entranced by the emerald. He heard a voice whipering to him, "...take it..." He reached his hand out to take the emerald, and as soon as his hand broke the plane of light, the computer station came to life, announcing that his DNA had been confirmed. He pulled his hand away quickly as the holo-terminal erupted in green beams of light that fanned out, forming the shape of the mysterious stranger that knew so much about him. The silky male voice that came from the holo-image was unmistakable. "I have been waiting for you for a long time. Welcome home."
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11/21/2013
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Kel'ri's Journal
"Seems weird that next time we sleep, it'll be on the 'Chaser. Gonna miss this place."
11/13/2013
11/12/2013
11/11/2013
11/10/2013
Kel'ri's Journal
Kel'ri approached the ornately carved headstone that bore her
mother's name and set a large bouquet of fragrant blossoms at its
base. She knew Varr'o stood several meters behind her in silent
vigil, remaining out of earshot but always within sight, ready to be
at her side should she need him. She sat in front of the large stone
marker with crossed legs and traced the letters carved into it with a
quiet reverence as tears slipped down her cheeks on either side of a
sad smile that an observer might find a bit foreign on the spacer's
usually spritely face. Of course, it was likely that the black hair
would seem even more foreign to anyone that knew her.
“I know it's been a long time since I came here,” the diminutive spacer began, her voice soft and cracked with emotion. “Ain't even set foot on Chandrila in near six years. Gonna be twenty-two in a couple days, but still feels like I'm fifteen, ya know? Last time I brought you flowers was about a year before I left.”
“Think I should tell you that I'm happy. I know you know why I left home when I did, and I didn't come home to rehash the past. Came to put it away. So, I ain't here to talk about that part. I'm here to tell you that I miss you. Used to be angry with you for leaving me, and I carried that with me a while, but not anymore. Now, I just wish I could feel you hugging me again, maybe tell me you love me.
“I got lost for a bit there, but now, I got a family and friends and a place where I belong. Chara's son found me. That's him back there on the path, actually. You should tell her that he turned out to be a good, honorable man, and you both should know he's been my protector and best friend. My heart was in so many pieces when he came along that I'd given up on it ever working proper, but...he's helped me put it back together, and he keeps it safe. Keeps me safe.
“There's Rhio. We adopted each other as sisters. You'd like her a lot. She's fierce and strong, and she's got a beautiful, generous heart.” Kel'ri chuckles a little. “We even sound like sisters. She tells me what to do, and I tell her where to shove it, and I worry over her like crazy. If I hadn't met her, I don't think I'd be here yet though. She makes me think about who I am and who I want to be – even when I don't like those things.
“Harkyn is my first mate. He thinks he's a screw-up like I think I am most of the time, but he ain't. He's loyal and smart, and he's one of those very good people that makes you want to be a better person, ya know? He backs my play, even when I'm dumb enough to get in over my head, and he's had my back through more than our share of tight spots.
“I gotta Twi'lek friend named Skyka. Pretty, smart, fun. Love her so much. She's like another sister.
“There's others too. I could name each one and tell you about them all day. They're like this huge, dysfunctional family that sorta...fits me, ya know?”
She looked over her shoulder toward where Varr'o waited for her, then turned back. “Anyway, I went back to our house and walked through the empty rooms, remembering things I hadn't let myself think of in a very long time. Don't worry, they were good memories mostly. In fact, it's a memory that brought me back to Chandrila in the first place. Remember when you told me about how a costume party was like a chance to play pretend for adults? You said you liked to call it 'Come as you're not'. Think I was eleven?
“I wanted to pretend for just a night that I was like you. Beautiful, smart, kind. Someone who could make a difference. You were the most graceful, elegant, strong woman I ever knew, and I thought maybe if I could be like that for just a couple hours...” Her voice broke this time, fresh tears joining those that had streaked her cheeks when she'd first arrived. “I figure everyone who's looked out for me since I left home was sent by you. Angels to watch over me, follow me, and surround me with the kind of love you always carried for me...teach me the things you never got to. So, I want to thank you for everything. I will always love you.”
“I know it's been a long time since I came here,” the diminutive spacer began, her voice soft and cracked with emotion. “Ain't even set foot on Chandrila in near six years. Gonna be twenty-two in a couple days, but still feels like I'm fifteen, ya know? Last time I brought you flowers was about a year before I left.”
“Think I should tell you that I'm happy. I know you know why I left home when I did, and I didn't come home to rehash the past. Came to put it away. So, I ain't here to talk about that part. I'm here to tell you that I miss you. Used to be angry with you for leaving me, and I carried that with me a while, but not anymore. Now, I just wish I could feel you hugging me again, maybe tell me you love me.
“I got lost for a bit there, but now, I got a family and friends and a place where I belong. Chara's son found me. That's him back there on the path, actually. You should tell her that he turned out to be a good, honorable man, and you both should know he's been my protector and best friend. My heart was in so many pieces when he came along that I'd given up on it ever working proper, but...he's helped me put it back together, and he keeps it safe. Keeps me safe.
“There's Rhio. We adopted each other as sisters. You'd like her a lot. She's fierce and strong, and she's got a beautiful, generous heart.” Kel'ri chuckles a little. “We even sound like sisters. She tells me what to do, and I tell her where to shove it, and I worry over her like crazy. If I hadn't met her, I don't think I'd be here yet though. She makes me think about who I am and who I want to be – even when I don't like those things.
“Harkyn is my first mate. He thinks he's a screw-up like I think I am most of the time, but he ain't. He's loyal and smart, and he's one of those very good people that makes you want to be a better person, ya know? He backs my play, even when I'm dumb enough to get in over my head, and he's had my back through more than our share of tight spots.
“I gotta Twi'lek friend named Skyka. Pretty, smart, fun. Love her so much. She's like another sister.
“There's others too. I could name each one and tell you about them all day. They're like this huge, dysfunctional family that sorta...fits me, ya know?”
She looked over her shoulder toward where Varr'o waited for her, then turned back. “Anyway, I went back to our house and walked through the empty rooms, remembering things I hadn't let myself think of in a very long time. Don't worry, they were good memories mostly. In fact, it's a memory that brought me back to Chandrila in the first place. Remember when you told me about how a costume party was like a chance to play pretend for adults? You said you liked to call it 'Come as you're not'. Think I was eleven?
“I wanted to pretend for just a night that I was like you. Beautiful, smart, kind. Someone who could make a difference. You were the most graceful, elegant, strong woman I ever knew, and I thought maybe if I could be like that for just a couple hours...” Her voice broke this time, fresh tears joining those that had streaked her cheeks when she'd first arrived. “I figure everyone who's looked out for me since I left home was sent by you. Angels to watch over me, follow me, and surround me with the kind of love you always carried for me...teach me the things you never got to. So, I want to thank you for everything. I will always love you.”
11/09/2013
11/08/2013
Kel'ri's Journal
*sound of metal objects bouncing off of metal objects and a slew of various expletives* "Ain't like I wanted to go to a stupid costume party anyway."
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