Nia Siroc
Character
The Jedi Temple, Sullust
The doctors had told her Nia to avoid strenuous activity for the next several days while the bacta patches healed the flesh wounds on her back. She'd tried losing herself in meditation, even spending extra time within the archives. Nothing could take her mind off of the events that had earned her those wounds for long. Over Dulvoyinn, more than her flesh had been damaged.
Events had a habit of replaying themselves in her mind's eye during the idle hours. There were many of those recently and no way to immerse herself in training with her lightsaber. Instead, she sat under the dome of the garden, off to the side. With her legs cross, Nia had placed her hilt in front of her.
She examined the durasteel alloy shell with it's scalloped grip in the middle. She observed the simple layout of it's activation stud and emitter controls. Such a simple looking device, but one that she'd now ended many being's existences with. Just two years ago, the fisherman's daughter could've never imagined doing that.
Many had told her that she'd done what she'd had to, that they would've done the same to her. It didn't make it any easier to sleep at night for her. Now the recent battle had given fodder for new nightmares. What was worse in those nightmares, she asked herself, killing or being killed?
Somehow, the searing pain of the fatal wounds of those ethereal wound was preferable to looking into the eyes of her enemies. Always she looked into their eyes and into their souls. Sometimes it was the one's whose lives she'd ended in the waking world, sometimes not. It always felt the same.
[member="Jamie Pyne"]
The doctors had told her Nia to avoid strenuous activity for the next several days while the bacta patches healed the flesh wounds on her back. She'd tried losing herself in meditation, even spending extra time within the archives. Nothing could take her mind off of the events that had earned her those wounds for long. Over Dulvoyinn, more than her flesh had been damaged.
Events had a habit of replaying themselves in her mind's eye during the idle hours. There were many of those recently and no way to immerse herself in training with her lightsaber. Instead, she sat under the dome of the garden, off to the side. With her legs cross, Nia had placed her hilt in front of her.
She examined the durasteel alloy shell with it's scalloped grip in the middle. She observed the simple layout of it's activation stud and emitter controls. Such a simple looking device, but one that she'd now ended many being's existences with. Just two years ago, the fisherman's daughter could've never imagined doing that.
Many had told her that she'd done what she'd had to, that they would've done the same to her. It didn't make it any easier to sleep at night for her. Now the recent battle had given fodder for new nightmares. What was worse in those nightmares, she asked herself, killing or being killed?
Somehow, the searing pain of the fatal wounds of those ethereal wound was preferable to looking into the eyes of her enemies. Always she looked into their eyes and into their souls. Sometimes it was the one's whose lives she'd ended in the waking world, sometimes not. It always felt the same.
[member="Jamie Pyne"]
