The Redeemer
| Location | The Coastline| Objective | Changing Course
Jenn was, as she would put it, ever-exhausted by the wild fires that kept on burning, needing her attention to be put out. It was only now, faced with daughter, allies, and friends, that she came to realize that she was the only one to blame for this particular instance. Even now, Valery's words echoed within her mind, acknowledging how her dearest friend chose honesty over a comfortable lie. Theirs was an odd friendship, forged on the eve of a war where they would stand as enemies... but perhaps it was all the more enduring for it. Come hell or highwater, she would always value the Jedi's advice, all too eager to repay the respect and consideration shown to her.
The prospect of staying within the known reaches of the Galaxy was terrifying. Clan Kryze was but a nomadic horde at the moment, stopping on worlds to hunt, replenish their supplies, then move on to the next destination - and for good reason. Their numbers were too few to withstand any conflict beyond skirmishes, and the very real chance that her efforts would be all for naught haunted her at night... but perhaps the decision of leaving was wrong. Even worse, it was cowardly. Mandalorians did not meet danger and insurmountable odds with flight, but with grit and resolve!
When her child removed her helmet, Jenn found herself reminded of how little she deigned to show her face as of late. Ever since she had reforged her armor into one more suitable for her nature, the siren cared not to humanize herself, may it be with friend or foe alike; she thirsted only for power, determined to tip the scales in the favor of her people, forgetting herself in the process. Seeing Varys like this reminded her of a much greater duty than that of an Alor to her Clan, and one she had neglected: that of a mother to her child.
With that characteristic hiss of depressurization, the Alor of Clan Kryze removed her helmet... and, in that moment, she chose to be nothing more than Jenn. Varys' mother. Valery and Alicio's friend. There was no hiding what she was without her helmet, and the way her eyes glowed an inviting blue, a mere gaze capable of swaying lesser minds. No wonder, then, that a woman who repressed her ties to the Force would try and keep her powers in check, even at the cost of her wellbeing.
"Clan Kryze will remain within the known reaches of the Galaxy. Under my leadership, I will see the warriors of white and blue become what our people were always meant to be; they will be warrior-heroes, sworn to defend the weak, the defenseless, the innocent."
And with such a declaration made, she embraced her child, holding her close - if only to show her daughter just how much she meant to her... and to avoid the risk of influencing her with her power of suggestion, even though that sing-song voice of hers remained damnably hypnotic. Alicio had shown himself capable of withstanding it, and Valery surely could as well. Varys was not trained to do so, and protecting her from it remained critical.
