“Lord Voph, this is a trap. We have a massive amount of Republic Ships pooling into the area, they have begun to restrict the Hyperspace lanes. I have every reason to believe Auntie Srina and Uncle Adron are targets on the ground. That the ground is itself a trap. We have a MASSIVE number of Republic Transports heading planet side. Do not go under ground, get them OUT of there! Don't trust anything, expect to die any moment, okay?! I'm heading there, to pull you all out. We need to get this battle into the sky, and off the ground. We have no way of knowing how many special forces are already planet side, or what they have already done, and where. This entire thing feels off. Someone planned this all. Please, do not let harm come to Srina, or yourself, or that senator.”
Voph instinctively turned to look at the Senator and Srina. He activated his com to send a return message. "Acknowledged. We'll redirect to the roof for extraction." Srina was on her own com, speaking with...Solan, was it? "We are safe for now, but reinfo--" Voph cut off. Alarm raced through his body. The hairs on his neck stood on end. The Force was warning him. Something bad was happening. BAD. The world slowed to a crawl as Voph turned back to look towards the banquet hall, is brow furrowing at the brightness of it all. Brightness. Chit. Voph's eye sockets widened in horror. Bomb. He had to protect the Senator and Exarch. But Teth. Teth was at the heart of the explosion. He had to save Teth.
You can't save everyone. The words of the Fell One echoed in his head. Voph wished he could find a way out. But there wasn't always one. So he weighed his options. He could survive this, no problem. But Srina...were she to die, Kuat would fry... As Voph came back to reality, he knew in the back of his mind the com channel was still open. Not that it would matter. The Force surged around him, dark and terrible as he spun back to Srina and the Senator. "GET DOWN!"
He couldn't save Teth. His armor might take the brunt of the blow. But he HAD to protect Srina. His lightsaber fell from his grip as he opened his hands, arms spreading as the Force answered his call. From deep down, Voph called. And the Demon answered. It began to bubble and boil within him. That dark core he vowed never to touch. His rage was immeasurable. Instinctual. Primal. As his comlink was severed, the last thing that Allya would hear was a roar. Inhuman. Terrible. Loss. Death. Agony. Torment. Buried deep within, and unleashed in a terrible rage. His arms came together, hands closing into fists. He could feel the heat of the blast at his back, as the Force shot forward at his command, surrounding Srina and the Senator.
Then the world went black. The void shifted and turned. Voph turned, and saw the light behind him. It was blinding. He raised a hand to shield his face, wreathed in the tattered cloak that haunted his dreams. He could see, at the edge of the precipice, a figure. Smiling. Arms outstretched. It was time to come home. Time for him to rest. And by the maker how he needed it. The weight of a galaxy crushed down on Voph's shoulders, forcing him to his knees. He was exhausted. "You did well, my love." Voph felt a tear slip down his face. Varessa. His beloved. She was still waiting for him. "I can't...I could...could have done more." Voph felt, more than saw, the ghostly figure kneel beside him as he collapsed, prone amidst the shifting clouds. "Then do more."
A gasp shuddered through Voph's body. Everything hurt. He could feel air on his face, warm, with the scent of fire. His right hand spread, and fingers dug into the floor to find purchase. Muscles tensed as Voph pulled himself forward, rubble shifting as he moved. Everything hurt. A fire burned within his bones, and upon his face he felt blood. Srina. Was she alive? "Exarch...Srina..." He coughed, and spat blood. He paused to catch his breath, then pushed himself to his knees. He had to get to Srina. He had to protect the Exarch. Nothing else mattered. Nothing.
Edited by Voph, 02 April 2019 - 01:08 AM.