Private A Dangerous Game You Play

[Kaito Starfall]

Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax
Ascent-class Star Destroyer The Drepane

It was night cycle aboard the ship when Kaito awoke. Startled, he shifted upright, careful not to disturb the retainers still at rest. He moved quietly, searching for a place undisturbed enough to work. It took some time, but eventually, he found one; a classroom. This would do.

Settling in, he reached out through the Force, just as he had when calling down hellfire upon B/U-800 "Evelina" .

The small crystal conduit Braze carried allowed him to track Braze , having senced his critical state and more importantly find him through far-seeing. Power surged through Kaito, illuminating his porcelain features as he reached forward, intent on seizing control, threading himself into the boy's actions like a puppeteer to a marionette.

But he paused.

Someone else was there.

Not Braze, but someone else, woven into the boy's subconscious. A presence distinctly foreign, yet tethered all the same.

Kaito regarded Maple Harte for some time.

 

[Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax]

The Blackened Valkyrie began to stir in her sleep, echo's of past scenes, past places flashed in her dreams. They where neither good nor bad, just some random scenario that sometimes the mind lingered. Like the warmth of Panatha early sun brushing softly on her cheek whilst a monotone and dull voice droned on in the background. This was the dream she was having but no longer.

it was like a prick at her senses, brief but there. Teresa's eyes snapped open and sat up abruptly scanning around the room. She did not sense anything again immediately, though after a minuet of sitting there in darkness was when it was felt again. That was enough to pull the woman from her bed and investigate.

The presence did not come from near her area but the other side of the ship that was dedicated to those in her charge. As she walked down dimly lit halls with soft red lights illuminating the path, Teresa would feel nostalgic along one particular path. Etched into the walls and floors are old saber marks. Had the woman not felt sleepy still, she'd no doubt have reincited it as if habit.

Eventually however she'd draw closer to that feeling becoming more noticeable the closer she came. Her senses had brough her to the area for retainers. Of course it would be here of all places as these where the only ones not born within the Kainite. Step by step Teresa passed the dorms, then basic recreation area's till she reached the education area.

Her pace slowed, becoming soft and sneaky till reaching the door that felt right. The Valkyrie moved her hand sideway in steady motion sliding the door open. Stood inside was no other than Kaito, doing something rather strange in her eyes. She did not disturb him while entering the room closing the door behind her.

Kaito Starfall​

 

[Kaito Starfall]

Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax
Ascent-class Star Destroyer The Drepane

He stood poised in an odd stance, hands raised and splayed before him as if tugging at invisible strings. His fingers flexed, trembled—testing something unseen. His expression twisted, shifting between rigid unease and thinly veiled displeasure. The longer he lingered in that strange suspension, the deeper the furrow in his brow, as if whatever he reached for in the unseen space resisted him.

Then, after a long, dragging pause, something in him loosened. His shoulders slackened first, then his arms, falling limp at his sides. The eerie glow in his eyes flickered, guttered, and finally snuffed out like dying embers, leaving only their natural pale blue, sharp yet unfocused. He blinked, slow at first, disoriented as if waking from something vast and weightless. There was a lingering presence, something heavy in his bones, pressing at the edges of his awareness. The ghost of whatever he had touched—or whatever had touched him—refused to dissipate entirely.

And then, at last, his gaze settled upon her.

Tereasa, his keeper.

He felt it like a hand pressing against his sternum, an unspoken demand for answers. But he had none to give, at least not yet.