Private Chasing Visions

[Kahne Porte]

Naboo
Shiraya Temple
Briefing Room
0200

Early into the night and in the Briefing Room there was a business like never before.

Crimson Veil....

New Way....

Kahne had gone on almost forty eight straight with no sleep. He would get all the sleep he needed when he was dead. There was lives that needed to be saved and threats to be dealt with. The Jedi had been in contact with form of Military that Naboo had. While he wasn't in charge of them per se, he was afforded some level of respect and Authority especially when it came to protecting Naboo and its people. The netherworld event, Elias Edo was lost in the netherworld.

He needed to be rescued.

The New way event that dealt injuries to Lorn Reingard and Aiden Porte The Vanguard suffered that day, leadership was lost, but also found in Lorn Reingard. They made a wise choice in selecting him to lead them.

And now Hapes, the loss of two Royals and countless others.

And now this Crimson Veil, would need to be dealt with.

His mind drifted to Briana Sal-Soren , she wasn't exactly the same since that event. Rightfully so, there was something beneath the surface there. He didn't feel comfortable in intruding in her space. He knew she would reach out to him in time, if she truly needed a friend to lean on.

Meetings like this were not going to be uncommon for him.


Hours Later

Light had barely began to creep through the blinds as small rays of light would show the Jedi Master sitting with his eyes close in room. The Jedi's mind wandered, far and wide weaving through the blanket of uncertainty and the veil that had been pulled over their heads. Events filled his mind....

Past, present and future.....

Voices could be heard from within..

"I'm so sorry, Efret Farr."

"Time to go,"

"What does this prove?!"

"What's happening? What do we do? Oh and there's another Padawan that jumped into that mess alone!"

"Screw the Alliance, screw the Jedi! Hang the Queen Mother and the Chancellor! Long live the Crimson Veil!"

"Kahne! I'm so sorry, I found him....he's dead."

"You were supposed to protect them!"

The voices of several weaving in and out as the Jedi pushed the puzzles to the side and put the correct pieces in place. It wasn't until he felt a sharp pain across his mind that he let out a small gasp and opened his eyes. Kahne took a deep breath as he pressed his hands to his face for a few moments. He looked up to see Briana Sal Soren standing in the door way.

"Briana, forgive me. I didn't know you were here."

 

[Briana Sal-Soren]

"Kahne," she said quietly, voice thin but firm enough to carry in the hush of the early morning. "No apologies necessary..." Briana murmured, shoving her hands into her pockets and fighting against the real urge to flee. "I didn't realize anyone would be up this late. Or…early, rather." She tried a small, wry smile, though she suspected it fell short of convincing. The presence of her grief was an ever tangible thing, no matter how much she tried to bury and ignore it.

"I thought I'd come here to…try..." Her voice trailed off, gaze flickering over the state of the briefing room, over the various datapads and star-charts strewn around, the worn notes with scribbles of writing on the New Way and Crimson Veil laid out. The hush and implications of it all tightened around her ribs like a band of durasteel. So often Kahne was a pillar for everyone—and yet here he was, alone in the dark, alone with this.

Briana's lips pressed into a line and she released a long exhale, neatly folding and pressing the breadth of her own pain into a small corner of her mind, however unsuccessfully — if she couldn't mend herself, the least she could do was try to keep her own council from fraying at the edges... for if Briana was nothing else, in the least, she was ever dutiful.

"You haven't slept, have you?" It wasn't a question.

The shadows beneath Kahne's eyes were darker than the midnight sky, strong shoulders drooped down like an invisible weight had been laid there. "Something's on your mind—more than the usual." Abandoning her post at the frame, Briana ventured further into the room and dropped herself into the seat nearest the Guardian.

"Tell me."

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[Kahne Porte]

He heard her trail off, and he he looked up at her.

Try to.....

He simple nodded at her and shows a very small smile. "I know...." The Jedi Master took a deep breath as his attention turned ahead of him, staring off ahead of him.

"Sleep won't solve too much these days." He glanced over to the assorted files across the table before looking back in the direction he was. "That shadow we spoke of when we first met has made itself known. I feel it reaching out to destroy Naboo, its people.....and those that protect it." He glanced over to Briana for a few moments. "I know you can feel it to, it will seek to destroy us from within. By corruption, by taking those that mean the most to us."

Kahne was no stranger to this, he had lost more than anyone could ever truly know. His past was a long drawn out feat of loss, but there was also hope. That's why he was, who he was. He could see what loss would do to people. If there was one lesson he would look to show Briana Sal-Soren it was this.

Hope isn't a fools gambit. It's real, pure and true....

"I didn't tell you....how sorry I am for your loss." Kahne voiced with much sincerity. He thought back to that day, as he stood there watching her hold on the the Prince's body, the pain and grief was terrible from everywhere that day. It was at every corner of that place.

"Are you.....?" The Jedi Master glanced over to Briana with a reassuring look on his face, his own force aura reaching out to provide some comfort. As was his nature, to provide for all those in his company. Family, friends, and the like.

"Tell me."

 

[Briana Sal-Soren]

The usual barriers she held so tightly around others, knowing most could not truly handle the breadth of how deeply the well of her emotions ran—wavered.

There'd always been something about Kahne that vaguely reminded her of her father. Not the man she'd learned about after his death, but the steadfast figure she'd idolized in childhood. The one who taught her what it meant to be a leader, who had shaped her ideals on politics, who impressed on her the importance of family loyalty and love. The man whom was so often awake at the edges of night, holed up in his study, surrounded by political materials and behind on work... because he always endeavored to make the time for her mother and his children, to make them his first priority. Perhaps that was why she let her barriers waver, why she always felt an odd degree of comfort in talking to him. Or maybe that was just his nature, his calling as the Guardian of Peace.

"I have..." she nodded, her expression turning pensive as she glanced again at his scattered notes. "The Force has the same dark edge I felt when the first Cataclysm hit us. The Force is unbalanced and the Netherworld stirs... But I fear that it is only one part of a much larger picture... have your meditation sessions yielded anything useful?"

"I didn't tell you....how sorry I am for your loss. Are you?...Tell me."

A muscle in her jaw flexed subtly, eyes casting to the ground as she tried to organize her thoughts from the knot twisting inside her chest. Stark, undeniable sadness swept through her, but it seemed to vanish into emptiness almost as quickly, like the light of a star blipping out of existence.

"I..." she hesitated, looking down at her hands. They were clean on the surface, but she knew the stain of Astor's blood, the stain of blood from everyone she'd ever lost, was all still there. Deeper than what could be seen by sentient eyes. Briana didn't know how to explain to anyone the gaping hole that'd torn through her soul. Didn't know if she wanted to try. But he looked at her earnestly, and Briana sighed. "I keep...trying to find a point in it all. Why he died... trying to make sense of it. I was taught that the Force has a will, that it leads us... but I don't feel led..." She felt her throat well. "I feel lost."

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[Kahne Porte]

The Jedi Master listened closely and carefully, watching her, her paint, anguish....maybe guilt? Kahne wasn't aware of their past, or what had lingered between them. It was obvious that is was of great importance. Kahne did his best to deviate from what he was sure she had heard over and over from sympathizers and well wishers. When pain and tragedy struck, it put you in a bad place and sometime you wanted to stay there. Not because you wanted to continue to feel this way, but because that darkness encourage the next emotion.....vengeance.

What was seen, and cast in his mind was definitely a conversation to be had, but at a later time. His job right now was to ensure that she was going to be okay. He would cast whatever shadow aside to ensure that she would see hope again.

"There is a path for all of us, and sometimes it will throw curveballs our way. Almost testing our resolve, our ability to see. He's always going to be with you." The Jedi Master paused for a moment before he continued. "How we remember those that meant the most to us, is what will determine our way forward. If you remember pain, then that's what you will be seen. If you remember someone who lived their life and conducted their duty to the best of their ability with courage and honor in their hearts and mind....."

The Jedi Master stood up, moving towards the table before them. His hands moving various documents around.

"Do you believe in hope, Briana?" The Jedi Master inquired as he looked back to her briefly, before organizing some of datapads and documents.

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