Private Into the Sweet Nothingness

[Akhema]

There was something cruel about the state of life Akhema had lived in for the past few years. Nowhere was truly home, and nobody was truly connected to her. It was a state of isolation that she both craved and loathed. On one hand she was beholden to no masters, but in the same breath she had nothing to which she could commit her talents. It was as if she was a ghost drifting around the galaxy, never staying in one place for to long. People saw her, and never again. She moved on as quickly as she had appeared and rarely ever stopped for anything more than supplies for the ship she called home.

In her ennui, she finally loaded up with an abundance of provisions and began exploring the edges of Wild Space. There was no place for her in the Core Worlds as the people of the Galactic Alliance had yet to grow beyond the conflict of Light and Dark. In that regard she had been an outlier in her own time. She had a cool-headed disregard toward the perceptions of her former peers. They had forgotten where they came from. It was the Jedi themselves that gave birth to her people. To totally disregard their power in the Force as many Sith were prone to do was to disregard a peer and potential adversary. While she had not faced many Jedi in the past due to her commitment as the Battlemaster of the Korribani Academy, she knew they were not to be trifled with.

Now, in the future, she could not recognize what the Sith Order had become. So many people seemed to discard the traditions of the past in order to adopt just the brutal efficiency of simple murder. No honor duels, no respect for one another, just power madness and a lack of foresight. She had hoped that thousands of years later people would have progressed but the more things changed, the more they stayed the same.

Akhema was no pilot by training or inclination. That was why she had left navigation up to the droid she had bought several years prior. Under normal circumstances she would have let things go, but the fact that they were now warped far beyond where she expected to be. According to the navigation computer she had travelled beyond what was known but still remained within the galaxy itself. She was about to mark down what she had found in the void as a new discovery when she was made aware very quickly that she had entered space of a political entity that she had never heard of even from her own time.

She was about to be furious about being forced into landing on an unmarked planet when her anger was stuffed right back down at noticing that the entire customs and landing agency was Sith like her. Not of the Order of Force traditions, but of the species. Akhema was dumbfounded at first but downright shocked and distraught as more and more showed themselves. They were all Pureblood Sith. In her stunned silence she was being ushered toward someplace but that was not registering with her now as she was too busy trying to process what she was seeing.

It was not until she noticed that she was standing in the middle of a mass of kneeling Sith that she had come to her senses. As she took in the room around her the thing that called her attention the most was a massive statue that looked shockingly like her. Akhema was just staring up at the thing wondering what she had just found. Was this planet...just, lost in time? Had she died and was this her afterlife? It was clear to those looking on that she needed someone to explain the entire thing to her as she was experiencing a very severe case of sensory overload and chronological whiplash. What was even going on?

Avres

 

[Avres]

C O R O N A T I O N
Tomyris, Wild Space


The planet had been in uproar.

There wasn’t much notice. But, how could there be when she was only recently found? News spread like wildfire in a matter of hours. She had been a wanderer all this time and now, she’d returned home. There were invitations to send out, preparations to be made for the big event. It would be the most exciting event they’d ever experienced since the colonization of their newest home.

Avres was working to transcribe the newest manuscript of his carefully, the topic focused on hand-to-hand combat and the art of meditation in motion. He’d only begun the third chapter when an announcement interrupted his focus. There was only a moment of shock that registered before his feet began to move, hands abandoning the pen and closing the ink container. Call him old fashioned, but handwriting material would always be more satisfying than typing it out onto some datapad or into some kind of database.

By midday, the capitol was packed full of Sith from all over their planet. Everyone bustled and herded towards the palace like structure where the Regent typically stayed. Only this time, they would have a true leader once more. Women, men, children, and the elderly were all present to witness the main event of the day, all crowded into the throne room en masse. When she was escorted out onto the highest dias, everyone around him knelt. There she was, the spitting image of Khala. He found himself moved, almost in a state of awe, before he moved to do as the crowd did.

Overhead, a man’s voice echoed through the hall. “People of Tomyris, our forefathers awaited the day that our Queen would return to us. And today,” The gnarled elder gestured towards the woman at the fore of the platform, “...today, she has done just that. Hail Queen Akhema! Long may she reign.”

“Letas galez m'tye vazi!” came the reply of Avres and those around him. The hall erupted in cheers. Some embraced and other cried from joy. The planet was finally whole, as it was always intended to be. And for the young scholar, it would be the day his passion was confirmed. This was certainly a day for the history books.

Akhema | Onith​

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[Akhema]

Even as she was coming to understand what was going on, Akhema could not help but feel a sense of dread and confusion. These people had been expecting her in some prophetic way and now that she was here she was expected to assume the royal mantle. There were few things more terrifying really, than having the lives of others in her hands. In battle it was one thing to take a life, but to be guiding lives during peace time was something wholly different. Was she going to be able to do it?

The elder smiled and nodded to her, but the words caught in her throat. She wanted to address them but the wild adulation that heralded her coronation kept her speaking in check. The diadem placed upon her head was one of simple iron an onyx. The cheers continued louder to see that piece upon her brow. Her eyes drifted up as if they would be able to see what she was wearing. For the first time in ages, she felt like a child lost for what to do. Here she had the crown of this planet, Tomyris, and yet she had nothing to say that seemed to suffice for what she was feeling.

Akhema glanced out to the crowd once more, and in the lull between their wild adoration she finally managed to speak a single sentence, "This, is the most humbling greeting I have ever received." she said, bowing herself to the crowd as they had bowed to her. She finally found the words coming more easily now, "Pride swells in my heart at what I see before me. You have come this far without me, and I hope to carry you all that much farther now that I am here. Please, accept my most humble apologies for my absence, for I had no control over my own destiny when your ancestors were launched from Dromund Kaas. My life was meant to be shared aboard that ship, and here, settling the world. That was not the case, and since then I have been lost. Only three years ago, was I awakened from my stasis. Three years on, and I found no purpose in the galaxy beyond this place. Loneliness guided me to explore the edges of the galaxy, because I had not seen another of our kind in those three years. What I lost millenia ago, I have rediscovered. A home, and a purpose. More important still, a family. May the Force guide you and keep you as I learn the history of this world so that I may better lead you all."

Her silence at the end was indicative that her address was over, and so the crowd showed their love and apprecaition more. Akhema had never been welcomed so warmly and it made the icyness in her veins melt a little. She had hardened herself over time to be ready for those to oppose her mere presence. Now, she was on an entire planet that wanted her there. The rest of the galaxy could burn, for all she cared. This was home now, and these were her kin. The age of the Pureblood was at hand.

Avres