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Private Divinity or a Dream


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Location: Revelin (Main capitol of Bastion)
Tags: Lyssara Thrynn Lyssara Thrynn

As the crowd of people filtered out from the Cantina a few select individuals remained. The early dew of the sun approaching to let all inside be warned that the next days proceedings were at hand.

The Diarch sat alone, pondering his life and what had brought him here. The main cantina of Revelin. A place of respite within the constant war of the galaxy and politicking at large.

"Members of X Company are still shipping to the Empire of the Lost despite sanctions" - "The Dark Empire has dealings with bankers on Muunilist."

A plethora of petty dealings swirled upon his head as he just pondered the reality of it all.

"Tomorrow is only a day away. A day away from destiny's falling grace" - The words of Kakus topping off an already contrived thought process only flooded the young Diarchs mind.

As he sat alone at the bars countertop he wondered if anyone could take his mind off of these petty ideas. He only sought a normal interaction, one that brought him away from the constant nagging of shared responsibility. Something to just make him feel like a human again. His life was filled with goals, destiny and a purpose that although was never spoken aloud - he could feel within his soul.

In the end he deemed there were few who could see life through his lens. If only they were here now, when he needed them. Perhaps he could shake this insatiable yearning for more. For now the hot embrace of an alcoholic beverage at the cantina would be his comfort. Until he could meander his way to his chambers, to move towards his goals the next day. Forgetting the mediocrity of the night before.

"Another fiery Mustafaran"

 
The cantina of Revelin was bathed in dim light, a mix of weary neon signs and the flickering glow of lanterns hanging from metal beams. The air carried a faint acrid mist, remnants of the spices some patrons smoked in the darker corners of the establishment. The scent of warm metal, worn leather, and fermented drinks blended into a unique cocktail, typical of places where shady merchants, weary mercenaries, and shadowy agents met for last-minute deals before dawn.

The music a melancholic tune with synthetic undertones was muffled beneath the low hum of hushed conversations. Laughter occasionally broke the silence, but fatigue weighed on every movement, signaling the end of a long night of negotiations and unspoken agreements. Behind the counter, a service droid polished glasses with the mechanical diligence of one who would never comprehend the burdens of its customers. And then there was him. The Diarch. Sitting alone at the counter, his mind heavy with thoughts that even alcohol could not seem to wash away. His coat, embroidered at the shoulders, draped over the barstool, slightly wrinkled a sign of the carelessness that rarely marked his posture. His fingers traced absent patterns along the rim of his glass, the amber liquid reflecting the dull lights of the cantina.

Silently, I crossed the room, my silhouette slipping through the darkness of corners yet untouched by artificial light. My steps were soft, my boots barely making a sound against the metallic floor. When I reached him, I did not speak. I could feel it that invisible weight pressing upon him. So, without hesitation, I wrapped my arms around him in a gentle embrace.

"You're thinking too much"

I murmured against his shoulder, feeling the warmth of his body through the fabric of his coat. He did not react at first, but he did not pull away either. Just a faint release of tension in his shoulders, almost imperceptible. After a few moments, I slowly pulled back and settled beside him, resting my forearms on the counter. With a discreet gesture, I ordered a drink. The droid complied without question, and soon, a slightly effervescent liquid of deep purple hue appeared before me.

"What weighs on you so much, Master?"

I asked, turning my gaze toward him. My tone was soft yet attentive. I never asked questions lightly. It wasn't mere curiosity that made me sit beside him, sharing this drink, this bleak night, this fleeting moment suspended between shadows and the first rays of morning. It was something deeper.

"The weight of destiny? Of war? Or is it something else something more personal? You know, me too i am so tired. We are both in this thinks. "

The Diarch did not respond immediately, simply staring into his glass, his thoughts drifting between the reflections in the liquid. I did not press him. He would speak when he was ready. A quiet companionship settled between us, broken only by the distant murmurs of the last remaining patrons and the soft hum of the cantina's ventilation systems. Finally, I lifted my glass, hoping to lighten the mood, if only for a moment.

"To science, to the future and to a night without too many regrets. Thanks you master for helping me, that's don't forget and... I am happy to be back at the home."

A small smile formed on my lips a simple gesture in a night where the weight of responsibility seemed far too heavy to bear.

Diarch Rellik Diarch Rellik
 

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