Akio Diachi
For it was All but a Dream
The world seemed warmer. It felt brighter. The air--it couldn't be the same one he had fallen asleep to. It was rich and warm with something he couldn't quite place. Life. That's it. Life. The air was vibrant, and he wasn't sucking air to survive, he was breathing to live. I want to live, he realized.
That was when he realized Dryzl. Behind him. Arms around him and leaning against the back board. Her chin was resting on his shoulder and was she--smiling?She looked vibrant too. Her soft, lovely skin was almost glowing. Her beautiful black hair fell around her face like a masterpeice. He took it in for a few moments, drinking in the view, the closeness, her peppermint-scented breath brushed on his skin softly, sending warmth and chills down his body in ways he never even dreamed were possible. He softly planted a kiss on her narrow cheek, her flawless and smooth skin felt so wonderful on his lips, he lingered there for a moment before reluctantly pulling back and whispering, "ch'eo vez viz nah en'can'sah ran vah," my life is meaningless without you.
He carefully, quietly rose, intentionally not disturbing the sleeping woman. He made his way to the kitchen and cooked up a decent breakfast: sushi rolls with a hint of mint. It was his specialty.
Roaq came up, "Good morning, master."
Akio gave the droid a genuine smile, "bun ch'ican, Roaq," good morning.
The droid studied the Chiss, feeling the closest emotion a droid could to puzzled, "Is something wrong with your face, Master Akio, it appears broken."
"Its called a smile, silly goose," he said playfully.
"I see, sir, I came to inform you that we have reached our co-ordinates, however there is something wrong with the planet."
Akio quirked an eyebrow, "Oh?"
He followed Roaq to the view port. He gasped and grabbed his chest--he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Gone were the mountains, gone were the fields, gone were the oceans and farms. Instead, the world where Akio had grown into maturation, where he had been raised by Umbarians to be a killing machine had been reduced to a slagged planet. The Chiss had to stead himself on the chair, "Fething hells...."
Akio awoke from his dream with a start. He squinted, trying to remember, trying to recall it before it slipped away, the memories. He knew they were, these were not just dreams, he knew it. His mind was both trying to tell him something and trying to not. The dichotomy was painful to the point of aggravating.
He took several calming breaths, willing the emotion to go down, back to what it was. An emotion. But this time he remembered something. A face. She was a Chiss, blue like him with red glowing eyes, very pretty, very kind, patient and benevolent. He knew he had seen her before. He couldn't figure out who she was. Or why she kept on showing up. Akio could feel the ship he had stowed away on beginning to rumble, shake and shutter. He braced himself, drawing on the Force for consolation as they began a rocky decent to Tython.
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That was when he realized Dryzl. Behind him. Arms around him and leaning against the back board. Her chin was resting on his shoulder and was she--smiling?She looked vibrant too. Her soft, lovely skin was almost glowing. Her beautiful black hair fell around her face like a masterpeice. He took it in for a few moments, drinking in the view, the closeness, her peppermint-scented breath brushed on his skin softly, sending warmth and chills down his body in ways he never even dreamed were possible. He softly planted a kiss on her narrow cheek, her flawless and smooth skin felt so wonderful on his lips, he lingered there for a moment before reluctantly pulling back and whispering, "ch'eo vez viz nah en'can'sah ran vah," my life is meaningless without you.
He carefully, quietly rose, intentionally not disturbing the sleeping woman. He made his way to the kitchen and cooked up a decent breakfast: sushi rolls with a hint of mint. It was his specialty.
Roaq came up, "Good morning, master."
Akio gave the droid a genuine smile, "bun ch'ican, Roaq," good morning.
The droid studied the Chiss, feeling the closest emotion a droid could to puzzled, "Is something wrong with your face, Master Akio, it appears broken."
"Its called a smile, silly goose," he said playfully.
"I see, sir, I came to inform you that we have reached our co-ordinates, however there is something wrong with the planet."
Akio quirked an eyebrow, "Oh?"
He followed Roaq to the view port. He gasped and grabbed his chest--he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Gone were the mountains, gone were the fields, gone were the oceans and farms. Instead, the world where Akio had grown into maturation, where he had been raised by Umbarians to be a killing machine had been reduced to a slagged planet. The Chiss had to stead himself on the chair, "Fething hells...."
Akio awoke from his dream with a start. He squinted, trying to remember, trying to recall it before it slipped away, the memories. He knew they were, these were not just dreams, he knew it. His mind was both trying to tell him something and trying to not. The dichotomy was painful to the point of aggravating.
He took several calming breaths, willing the emotion to go down, back to what it was. An emotion. But this time he remembered something. A face. She was a Chiss, blue like him with red glowing eyes, very pretty, very kind, patient and benevolent. He knew he had seen her before. He couldn't figure out who she was. Or why she kept on showing up. Akio could feel the ship he had stowed away on beginning to rumble, shake and shutter. He braced himself, drawing on the Force for consolation as they began a rocky decent to Tython.
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