As Braze knelt amidst the wreckage of battle, his body aching with exhaustion and pain, his eyes were drawn to his beloved lightsaber, Requiem. It clattered to the ground, strewn aside like a piece of junk, a heartbreaking sight. Requiem had been his constant companion, a symbol of hope and defiance in the face of overwhelming odds.
But now, as it lay there broken and lifeless, Braze felt a sense of despair creeping over him, threatening to engulf him entirely. With trembling hands, he reached out for the fallen lightsaber, his broken hand throbbing with pain.
No longer was there a sweet whisper of hope, no glimmer of light to guide him through the darkness. He couldn't even connect with Aris. There was only emptiness, a void that threatened to swallow him whole. He barely made out the instructions from Aris as he grappled with his feelings...
With aching sorrow, he dragged himself forward, the taste of iron in his mouth and a defeat heavy on his lips. His few working fingers enquiringly closed around the hand cage, and for a fleeting moment, he was transported back to the day he first forged it here on Tython.
But now, that joy had turned to ashes, his once-mighty weapon reduced to a shattered relic of his dreams. As he gazed upon it, a whirlwind of emotion swept through him, a tempest of grief and despair that threatened to tear him apart.
And then, as if in response to his anguish, the winds began to rise. At first, they whispered softly through the air, a mournful howling lament for all that had been lost. But soon, they grew stronger, their fury echoing Braze's own rage and sorrow.
The air crackled with energy, the very fabric of reality seeming to warp and twist in response to Braze's tumultuous emotions. And then, with a suddenness that stole his breath away, the winds converged into a raging vortex of raw power, swirling around him in a cyclone of fury.
In the heart of the storm, Braze felt something stir within him, a spark of fire that ignited in the depths of his soul. With a primal scream, he unleashed the full force of his anguish, channeling the release of it into a torrent of searing blue-white flame that engulfed him completely.
His form shimmered amidst the intense heat, the air crackling with energy as arcs of plasmatic fire danced across his resplendent figure. Within the sublime chaos, Braze appeared both fearsome and magnificent, an embodiment of the raw power of the Force, his figure surrounded by a shimmering aura of blazing blue-white flames
With one last motion a small gesture of his hand, he directed his wrath toward his enemy, the Sith
Lord Kalrath
. The white hot oxygen enriched flames surged forward, a blazing tide of destruction that consumed that which lay in its path. The smell of burning heat and melting metal fulled the air as metal began to give way to the heat and start to liquefy.
And then, as suddenly as it had begun, the raging vortex of a fire-storm subsided, leaving smoldering embers in its wake. He drew away, spotting
Zaiya Ceti
and
Aris Noble
making their way towards him. Seizing his opportunity, he ran towards them and leaped into the speeder. Sliding down, he collapsed across the back seat, letting out a deep sigh of exhaustion. He allowed his blade's hilt to fall to the floor, feeling overwhelmed, exhausted, and mentally raw.
"Anywhere but here.. "