#natusexira

Tari didn’t quite seem to understand what was going on around her. It was still difficult for her to even think much less force her body to do as she need it to. “W--Wyn’ika?” she asked, her expression one of confusion as she turned to look at him. “Wyn’ika----meg gar?“ Is that you? In her muddled and confused state, it seemed that protecting her mind from the torture she had endured----and for how long she wasn’t sure----had left her much the worse for ware.

“Tion’jor ni ash’amu?” Why would I die? She asked, not even realizing that she was injured as badly as she was until she tried to reach out for him, her smile bright and eyes shining. Because yes, it was Wyndel. He had come to get her, just as she’d said he would. She was safe now and all she really wanted to do was hold him.

When Tari realized, however, fear set in. She couldn’t die now and leave Wyndel behind. She just couldn’t.

Revan didn’t want to accept the fact that she was dying. Not that it seemed to matter much to her----after all, she’d died and found a way to return before and there was little to say that this time would be any different----but if she was going down, she was taking him with her.

Despite her injuries, she gave a low growl, eyes flaring brightly as she allowed herself to reach out to the Darkside. It responded to her easily, feeling her rage and pain and applying it even as it settled around her. She felt cold seep into her body. Not the cold of death, however, but a much more familiar one. Was this, she wondered vaguely, what it was like to be Darth Sion? To know nothing but pain? Or perhaps Nihilus, whose only true directive seemed to be that he drain people of their life-force? 

The answer, however, didn’t matter as her fingers curling around her lightsaber. Bolstered by the Darkside, she reached out for him and dragging him to her. She was still stronger than he could ever hope to be after all. “If that is so, than not even you can stop me.” she hissed, forcing the hilt of her lightsaber against his chest.

It had been THREE weeks, THREE long WEEKS since Wyndel had been heard from, and even longer since Valkorion had been seen. Though, that wasn’t unexpected for the either of them, but what was ended up being the deal that they had managed to strike.

Valk would get a new body.... and Wyndel would be pushed to the backseat driver. Not something he ENJOYED by far, but it was a way to keep the both of them alive. Not that either of them would ever admit that simple fact, but it was a fact none the less.

However, the most amusing part was that Wyndel... was sitting right in the Emperor’s throne for one. Something, if he was just himself would NEVER have happened, but it did seem that times changed, and Wyndel... for now was getting what he wanted. Even if the REAL eternal Emperor was waiting to see what Revan would do after this.

Wyndel had requested that Anakin meet him alone, it wasn’t unusual that he did this, but with his own behavior lately? Wyndel expected the other to come with guards; for one, he hadn’t spoke to Anakin in over two weeks, and for two? There were already rumors about how Wyndel killed his own Clone’s... as well as two other Jedi, but for now.... Wyndel simply wanted to talk, and hopefully put his plans into full gear.

It wasn’t too far off to know what Wyndel was doing; for weeks now, he had been going off the radar, and becoming more private. The war was at an end; everyone was saying so, and Wyndel was ready to take over. Yet, he had to finish with two last straws; Caleb and Anakin... then he could move forward with his plans.