Finding Something Lost

[Garza]

D R O M U N D K A S S
Kass City

Under the failing rule of the Silver Jedi, The planet known as one of the major worlds for Sith species, and culture, was one that was teeming with life that had been renewed after the change in management. The Silver Jedi Grandmaster has stepped down, and now was left in the hands of a woman some thought to be incapable of leading. Many left, and others buckled down. Dromund Kass was one such planet where one such place had both taking place.

It was here that I knew I would find people for my own cause, as well as people I could potentially call upon as allies. All too well, I knew that Sith, and Jedi could possibly be here under each others noses. It was my chance to find something. Make something of a failing planet before the Resurgent Empire claimed it from the Silver Jedi. I looked among the people here. Many of them were just going about their day. Many were wanting to just do their jobs and live in peace. Letting everything happen around them with no consequence, but it was wrong of them to do so. They would end up in worse conditions because of it.

Running a hand through my hair, The lengthy dark locks felt calming to me. It was a stress revealer. One could meditate, one could practice Kata, or just do something else. I didn't have that luxury. I was constantly on the move. Always working. Still, I came here as a reason for work. Yet, I wanted a break. One where no one could find me. One where I could reasonably kept in peace.

Taking this time, I went to the older Sith Temples. One where people were not supposed to be. Ones were they were said to be off limits as the Silver Jedi kept them hidden from the public as a way to prevent others from seeing the secrets within. I smiled behind my mask. Taking up my left arm in a rotation around itself, my shoulder hurting a little from the prosthetic limb, I walked up towards the old brick. Hoping to find some answers as to why the Jedi hide this, yet allow everything else open.

Was what I needed, hidden within?

Time to find out.

[member="Jyn Sol"],

 

[Lief]

The streets of Kaas City were as well known to me as any; it was here that I was said to have played in my youth, alongside Jiaa, it was here that I was supposed to have been born, brought into the world by an Imperial Officer and his doting wife. How was it that I had such vivid memories of this stormy world, where the rain fell without relenting? The Butcher King had fabricated them within my mind, at least the earlier ones, yet now that I was walking along the paths of my so-called youth I felt... Connected somehow. In a way that Serenno had been unable to provide.

True it was, that some of these memories were true. I had not made up my Imperial parents or the little brother I adored, but Serenno had been just as real and I felt nothing toward it. Here I could feel the beast within stir, threatening to overwhelm me... And yet somehow, someway, I was able to keep it restrained. Not today, fiery fiend... Not today.

I took a step around the corner of some rundown building that had once been a food vendor; whenever I had saved up enough credits, I would always bring Jiaa there and treat him to a hotcake or some other kind of sweet. Help get him away from the clamor of home life. Where was he now, that glorious young boy with more curls than sense? Where were any of them? The man and woman I had called father and mother were likely dead. That or fled. They were Imperial sympathizers, after all, during the days of the Sith Empire, and war had come to these parts long before the Jedi claimed the world as its own.

But Jiaa? Sweet little Jiaa? Surely not him too.

Without realizing, I find myself walking through the halls of an establishment I had seen the interior of just once before. Only then it had been full of life, dismal corrupting life... But life all the same. The day my so-called Father had sold me to the Sith, no doubt at the behest of the Butcher King. I didn't know that at the time, though, and I hated him for tearing me away from all I had known. Father had never really liked me though, the only time he had ever seemed proud was when he taught me how to shoot a blaster.

Fat load of good that would do me now. I didn't even have a training saber these days, much less a blaster. And my bolters, a gift from the Lady [member='Siobhan Kerrigan'], alongside my ship, had been stolen away. Where, or how, I do not know. But I have lost all hope of ever finding them again.

The Sith Academy of Kaas was eerie, even in the daylight. It pooled in from the glass ceiling of the foyer and seemed to dissipate half way up, leaving the occasional beam to cast itself upon the ground and the rest to remain in darkness. How I had managed to get up the steps and past the Jedi Guards I cannot say, one minute I was beside the shopfront and the next... Here.

Like a timewarp.

Finally away from the eyes of another, I sank to my knees and allowed all of the conflict within me to pool out. My skin heated, appearing to crack while lines of magma ran through my veins. The pain was excruciating, and while usually I would bite my tongue and keep it in for once I screamed. Nobody was nearby after all, nobody was allowed near the Academy.

I was getting closer to the truth, yet the more steps I took toward it the harder it was becoming to control the beast.

[member="Atheus"]

 

[Garza]

The pain.

I could feel it as though it were my own. Having an empathy link with the world, and the galaxy around me, allowed me into the minds of others. Their emotions betrayed their thoughts and desires. Emotions ruled over those who did not know control, and yet they could empower many to become creatures of war.

As I neared this temple, this profound place of rage and the embodiment of the dark side, I could feel this pain. Pain that ran on so many levels. Pain that could only be understood through experiencing all of it at once. Almost as though the person has only known pain their entire life, and still ailed them.

Upon drawing closer to this influence, I could see that a young woman kneeling down. Screaming out to her hearts content. Standing there, I couldn't help but feel as though I was having to feel this pain as well. Was this the kind of lost pain, or was it physical. Drawing closer and waiting for her voice to end in the yelling that echoed through the temple, I spoke softly.

"Hidden away from the rest of the galaxy, yet it erupts now."

The force was thick. So much so, I could have cut it with a blade. Yet, beneath this young woman, I saw someone who was broken. Someone who could be fixed by mere words, or simplistic actions.

She needed something more.

"Atheus, And why are you here?"

[member="Jyn Sol"],