I was designed. [Chiasa]

[Disciple]

"Sometimes, the biggest secrets you can tell only a stranger." He responds, and in the next moment the docking collar closes behind her. The droid is gone, Disciple is gone, and she is left to her own devices. There's a rumbling to be heard, shaking the station, and then the airlock cycles closed as well. Leaving the atmosphere in check, the ship departs, pulling away into the void and onto its next destination.

Ossus.

The next moment she'd feel him within her mind again, surfing across the surface as readily as the wind caresses the plains. A secret's worth depends on from whom it must be kept.

Remember that.

Not every secret is worth your effort to keep, and every secret has a lifespan. They're a game, you see? Secrets. Do you deal them before the lifespan is up and risk yourself, or do you hold them close to breast with fear in your throat and let your chances slip away?

Fly, little bird. Fly.

But do not stray too close to the sun. Your wings are made of wax.

[member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

With the docking collar closed, the Twi'lek moved to find someone, maybe the Aqualish and return to the surface. Emboldened by distance and relief, his last message was met by one of her own, easy since he was already there, she did not have to reach and find him.

A mental image;

A great Raven with yellow eyes flying, beneath it's massive wings it's unkindness, safe in the shadows. Above it an angry sun, not yellow nor even orange, but red. It's hatred as palpable as it's heat. The feathers on the back of the Raven Queen begin to scorch, but she flies on resolute, protecting her little ones. Still, there is only so much one alone can do against the might of the sun, and she burns, consumed. Feathers turn to ash. As the ash begins to blow away, a starbird is revealed. It's laughter felt.

I am not life or death, I am the striving
I do not make nor break, I bend
I am as I am, until I am not.
I play the games and change the rules
Dare everything

The tone decidedly cheeky.

[member="Disciple"]

 

[Disciple]

The only answer [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] got was an amused, aristocratic chuckle.

Your end is already written in the stars. A Sith in all but name.

Greatness is in your veins, but not in the manner you think. Carry on, wayward child, but know there will be no peace when you are done.

And then Disciple was gone.