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there is blood.
so
very much.
blood.
it drips from the vibroknife clutched in her pale hand. no, no longer pale. stained. tainted. red.
with his blood.
he can almost feel it. feel his blood alive on her skin. and it
hurts.
it’s burning.
his torso is on fire, burning with his blood and she is twisting. twisting the knife. twisting his life between her fingers. as he always knew she would. as she always did.
this is personal.
this is revenge.
and it burns.
he tries to breathe, tries to make sense of his surroundings and her words. her words are cold and calm.
jedi.
he killed her padawan. watched her taken by the empire and tried to twist her. but now she is twisting him from the inside out.
he gasps for breath as he feels the knife slice easily upward through sinew and bone and stealing his breath away.
he knows what he has done.
it cannot be undone.
she escapes into the night, his deshade howling his contempt for all of dromund kaas to hear. yet he feels nothing. he is empty.
he no longer minds.
pieced together like so much broken glass he will never be whole again unless he is reforged by fire.
yavin calls to him now.
is the emperor his fire
or the wall upon which he will irreparably shatter.
Safely atop the speeder, Narithia wound her arms about Nadia's waist. The woman tensed briefly, and then relaxed. The vehicle rumbled, sputtered and roared. Dust had settled onto its workings, but still it responded, still it moved. Great clouds rose up behind them as Nadia drove away from the wreckage. Smooth, open roads lay out before them - fortunate, as she could barely keep her eyes on the road. The sirens of local security forces greeted them. Narithia watched them pass with idle curiosity.
"Shouldn't we introduce ourselves?"
Nadia glanced briefly over her shoulder.
"You advised us not to, Narithia, in case of Imperial sympathisers within their ranks. Doctor Mendriax warned you..." She trailed off, waiting. She wanted Narithia's reaction - she needed to know how much her master could remember.
"Imperial sympathisers?" Patches of indigo sky hung above, lines of coloured light streaking through. The nouveau-riche, culturally aware warehouses were now inhabited, and the thrum of synthesized music filtered into the street. "Yes, of course, we wouldn't want the Empire to know we were here."
They drove further, leaving behind the converted industrial sector - a sign of decay or new life, Nadia could not decide which. The buildings steadily reached higher, blotting out the sky. Cars and people packed the streets. The low overhangs of advertising boards prevented higher levels of travel.
Narithia shifted on her seat, appearing to take in every detail. Multi-coloured lights twinkled and shone, creating a fake star studded sky that nearly touched the ground. It was quite beautiful, though she was somehow sure that even greater sights existed. She squeezed Nadia gently.
"Yes, Narithia?" Naida halted, made to correct herself, and then thought better of it. She was stil unsure of calling Narithia - Narithia in this state - 'master'. It might confuse them both. "What is it?"
Her voice was full of wonder when she spoke, but Nadia could sense a slight sadness, almost like regret. "Have you ever seen anything like it?"
Nadia looked around, unsure of what she was supposed to be 'seeing'. A presence in the Force prodded her toward the lights.
"Ah," she smiled. Warmth, more than friendship, flowed between them. "It reminds me of Coruscant."
"Coruscant... of course." Narithia laid her head on Nadia's shoulder.
"We'll be at the space port soon."
~
The port's security measure barely slowed them, though Nadia did find herself bending the truth somewhat. Regardless of the actualities of being a Jedi, popular opinion was such that even leisure breaks were treated as formal business. The gaggle of excited was, however, a welcome sight. Narithia seemed able to follow her lead, and played the part of serene Jedi perfectly. After some time, in which naïve thanks were given for defeating the galaxy's evils, and one young boy recited the Code (to the admiration of his fellows), Nadia and Narithia entered the hanger.
"Home away from home," Nadia tried not to let her apprehension show. She had to remain calm and be sure of herself. Narithia still needed her. A reassuring light filled her, not to drown her worries, but to lift her beyond them. She looked to the other woman, who gazed upon the sip with a mixture of reverence and familiarity. Narithia had unconsciously used their link. Nadia smiled. "Shall we go inside?"
The stout, Defender-class ship filled much of the hanger. The slatted, domed roof above was closed, and the lights that dotted it seemed mere pinpricks. Narithia strode up the ramp with ease. Nadia followed closely behind, watching. Muscle memory led the confused Jedi to the security panel, and she stopped only after the door opened.
"I did that, but I don't remember the code," She turned to Nadia, grinning. "Not part of the usual security, yeah?"
Nadia shook her head. The confidence that oozed across their link relaxed her more than the smile. She gestured to the opening, but it was Narithia who ushered her inside. No one ran up to great them. Even the ship's droid seemed busy.
"Quiet, that's odd," Nadia was about to interject, when Narithia continued. "Of course, because I told them... something important... didn't I, Nadia?"
She was startled, if only for a moment. It had seemed as if Narithia had been cured, and then it was gone.
"Yes, Narithia, we all had our own part in this," With a sudden boldness, she took Narithia gentaly by the hand and led her further into the ship. "Perhaps," A lump formed in her throat. "we should meditate on this."
Nadia hesitated by Narithia's quarters. She wondered if it might not be better to use the cargo hold, instead.
"Ah." Narithia waved her hand at the door panel, and made the decision for them.
Inside was how she had left it, just a day ago. The bed - pressed against one wall - straddled the border between unkempt and tidy. The covers were smooth, but at an odd angle. The shelves held numerous reference books and small souvenirs of her adventures. Only the floor before two large statues lay bare. Nadia was no stranger to Narithia's quarters - purely business, of course - and yet she still took her time, regarding the room.
With an air of confidence that comes from years of practice, Narithia knelt on the mat before the statues. To Nadia it seemed as if everything was suddenly right in the galaxy. She joined her Master. Her knees protested slightly, but the mat was worn and comfortable and she relaxed.
Relaxed, she opened herself.
Her own confusion, worry and fear came tumbling out. Nadia gasped. She recited the Code, and found another voice.
There is no emotion...
Behind the wall of Narithia's confidence, there lurked weeds of uncertainty.
There is peace.
Nadia swept aside her own negativity, and helped remove the blooming doubt.
There is no ignorance...
Light pierced through murky clouds. Memories floated through.
There is knowledge.
Battles won, lives lost.
There is no passion...
The darkness cleared under her watchful gaze.
There is serenity.
And before her skilled hands the path became known.
There is no chaos...
The found each other, on the edge of the mind's twilight.
There is harmony.
Narithia walked back to herself.
There is no death, only the Force.
Nadia blinked. Slowly, the overpowering hum of the silent ship receded into the background. She could hear Narithia's steady breathing over her own. The other woman turned to her and smiled.
Nadia offered her hand. Narithia stood slowly on her own, then helped her to her feet.
"I understand now, Nadia," Narithia rested one hand on her padawan's shoulder, using the other to lightly stroke her cheek. "Our connection, its depth and strength..." She leant forward, breathing softly, trying to control the flutters of nervousness in her chest.
"Narithia... I... I understand as well." Nadia smiled and leant into the kiss. They embraced, holding each other tight. Nadia ran a hand through Narithia's hair, freeing wavy white tresses from her bun. Clear bursts of happiness rang in the Force and the measure of their love for each other flooded the bond, bringing dizzying heights of bliss.
A stun grenade went off behind her. The flash of light seared, the sonic shock wave shimmered like a solid thing on the air and threw her off her feet. Ipha hit the ground with a clatter of armor and a whoosh as all the air was forced from her lungs. There was darkness for a beat, then two as her body reminded itself how to breathe. She came to with a painful gasp, discombobulated with trying to be aware all at once.
Dirt and debris rained down on her but her ears were ringing with the blast. She couldn’t stay here on her back in the mud but her body was rebelling as her inner systems attempted to recalibrate on the fly. Panic seized her bruised chest as she fought to make sense of herself.
She saw the Jedi leap out of no where, her saber raised high and bright. She opened her mouth to call out but only coughed up a croak. The woman knelt beside her.
“It will be okay,” the Jedi said. She reached down and pulled Ipha’s helmet off. The air was hot but easier to breathe.
Ipha gazed up, stunned and deaf. “N-Nari?” she murmured as the face of her childhood friend came into focus.
“Don’t move, Ipha. Okay? Just don’t move for a sec.”
She could see Narithia’s mouth moving but the words were muffled. Her head buzzed. Something was wrong with her cybernetics. “I can’t-I can’t… can’t hear!”
Nari leaned down, putting her hands on Ipha’s cheeks she brought her face close. “Just focus on me,” she said, threading the Force into her words.
Ipha gripped her wrists and felt the calm seep through the panic. It was okay. Nari was here. She hadn’t been abandoned. Another set of boots came into view and Elara Dorne knelt beside the women.
“Captain Jorgan is covering us, we need to move her,” she shouted. “Is the Lieutenant badly hurt?”
“She was hit with an EMP in the back. It’s scrambled her,” Nari answered.
“We’ll need to carry her.” Elara ducked her head as another grenade went off far to their right.
“I have it,” Nari said and waved Elara back. She concentrated on Ipha’s form, drawing the Force around her tight enough to lift her body. She cradled her friend in her arms, the Force absorbing the majority of her weight and looked at the small squad.
Elara relayed directions through her com and Jorgan backed up with them, covering their retreat. “Is she…?” he asked, unable to stop himself.
“She’ll be okay,” Elara replied quickly.
Base had a medbay and a bed waiting for Ipha. Nari lingered, wanting both to stay and make sure Ipha was really alright, but also wanting to get back into the battle. The Imperial forces were still holding strong. The female soldier who found them on the field came over as Nari was slipping toward the door.
“Will you tell her I’ll come see her again when she wakes?”
“Oh, of course. I didn’t realize you knew each other.”
Nari drew her lightsaber and looked outside. “We’re very good friends. I’m going back out there to make sure the Imperials lose. Ipha and all the wounded need the space to recover.”
“I will not keep you.” Elara saluted out of respect and watched Narithia dart back into the fray.
milanigrey replied to your post:Realization with cruise ship themed art challenge,...
..narithia jumps off of barges. pls to not put her on cruise ship. lmfao
*snerk* Narithia phasewalking off the side of the ship when she gets bored. Nauri can do her usual equivalent ("MASTER NO" hopping off, climbing arm-over-arm across the keel and back up the other side) but that's going to require a rebreather in this case.
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“Hello my little love,” Geltie murmured softly to the bundle in his arms. “Mummy’s sleeping quite soundly. She’s very, very tired.” He smiled as the little squash faced babe yawned at him. “You’re not too adorable yet, but you’ll get there. Don’t give me that look, little bean. You look like your mum when she glares at me. Only more squishy. You’re so squishy, but I suppose I can give you a pass since you’re only three days old. You look like an old man, though.” Another baby glare had him chuckling quietly. “You have a lot of attitude as well. That’s all right,” he murmured as he kissed the top of his son’s soft head, “I love you anyway, little Mal. Shh, don’t tell mummy I called you that. She doesn’t like it. Oh, was that a smile? Devious little thing, aren’t you? You get that from me, I think, though your mum’s a bit, too. And don’t get me started on Granmummy San. And your grandfathers and your great grandfather. I think this was a bad idea, mixing so much mischievousness into one person. But you’re awfully cute for a squishy thing. I think I’ll keep you.” The baby yawned again. “Get some sleep, little one. You’ve got much growing to do yet. Papa loves you.”
Geltie took an appreciative sip of the caff Nari set on his desk.
“Ooh,” he murmured, “it’s perfect. Thank you.”
“I’m not a servant, you know,” she replied bluntly.
“I know,” he agreed as he nodded. “I just can’t get the damn droids to make it like this and I haven’t the time to step away. I appreciate it. Truly.”
“I see. I would like to discuss Alderaan with you.” He gestured for her to continue while he sipped his caff and pulled up a holo projection of troop deployment on Balmorra. “I want a guarantee that, in the event of your death, Ravage would not acquire any of your assets.”
He laughed into his mug. “I can’t control that, Islingr.”
“Try, Quinn.”
“Haha,” he grumbled. “In any case, what happens to my things when I die is beyond my control. However, if you were to, say, ingratiate yourself with a pliable Council member, you might find yourself in a better position to dictate matters should I die.”
“Any suggestions?” she asked as she pointed out a much better place to evacuate troops.
“Good catch,” he murmured. “As for Council members, I would say Vowrawn. He likes the shapely ladies. Marr you’d have to work on for a few years, but, if it screws over Ravage, he may take to it much, much sooner. Those two are an old married couple, I swear.”
“I could kill Ravage if I needed to.”
“Of that I have no doubt. Contact Vowrawn, Nari. He’ll help.”
“As long as he gets to ogle me.”
“Wear something tight,” he said with a grin.
She rolled her eyes. “Geltie, I swear,” she grumbled softly.
“I like it when you call me that,” he blurted. Embarrassed, he turned his attentions back to his troop evacuation routes.
“You’re the one who went full arsehole.”
He sighed. “I know, I know. Just – go talk to Vowrawn. I have a report to file.”
“Don’t get your desk sticky.”
“Oh, my stars get out of my office.”
Nari’s laughter followed her on the way out. Geltie huffed, but couldn’t fight the smile twitching to life on his lips. At least she didn’t hate him yet.