A Vessel for Violence
Left My Heart At Chandrila
Tags: (Open)
Deployment Location:
- Primary Target Zone: Chandrila, Crystal Canyons
Equipment Loadout:
- Primary Weapon(s): SD-L1 Long Blaster
- Secondary Weapon(s): HG-88 Big Iron, VB-113 "Tidefall" Class Vibroblade,
- Specialized Gear: Wrist Mounted Weapons (Hekler'Kok WMMW-01), DS-102 "Aegis" Personal Energy Shield,
- Armor & Attire: Personal Armor
Sable's breathing quickened as the oppressive weight of the spirit's whispers pressed harder against her mind. The voice, no longer her own but a twisted mockery of it, was like a venomous thread wrapped around her thoughts, pulling her deeper into the darkness. She had come here for a purpose after all. Seeking something for a coronation gift. Sable's hand gripped the edge of the jagged crystal ledge, the rough surface cutting into her palms as she hoisted herself up. The wind howled around her, sending chills across her sweat-slick skin, but she didn't falter. With each movement, the weight of the spirit's voice seemed to press harder, clawing at the edges of her mind.
But she pushed through it. Not this time. She thought, her arms straining as she hauled herself higher, the sharp shards of crystal digging into her fingers. Then the voice began to drone at her, trying to torment her once again.
"You will never be free," The voice sneered. "You think you're different now, but you're just as lost as you were before. You'll always return to the shadows because you were born from them. I was born from you."
The specter's presence intensified, surrounding her like a storm of cold whispers, tightening its grip on her. The ground beneath her feet began to shift, the crystals reflecting fractured images of herself, her old life, her past deeds—all distorted, taunting her. She saw the faces of those she had killed, the innocent lives erased in the name of survival, and the sickening truth that she had never truly confronted them.
You will always be Alana. You cannot escape from me.
The weight of the past, of her name, threatened to pull her under, and for a moment, Sable felt it—the familiar tug of hopelessness. It was as if her very identity was being rewritten, eroded by the constant barrage of guilt and fear.
No, She thought, gritting her teeth. I'm not falling for these fething tricks again.
Drawing in a deep breath, she focused on the core of her being. The Force within her pulsed, faint at first, but growing stronger with every exhale. She closed her eyes and focused, willing herself to see through the fog of the voice. It wasn't her; it couldn't be. The darkness she had embraced had only ever been a tool. Not her truth. Not who she was.
"Sable..." The voice coiled around her like a serpent, but there was something different now—a shift. It was faltering. "You can't escape me. I'm inside your—"
"I already have," Sable interjected, her voice cutting through the whispers like a blade. She stood tall now, the presence of the dark spirit no longer bending her will. "You don't control me anymore. You never will."
She tried to conjure forth something, anything, to push the oppressive influence way. The crystals around her flickered violently as if the world itself were rejecting the spirit's influence. The air began to clear, the overwhelming presence slowly receding as Sable anchored herself to her truth.
She was no longer the terrified child that had been forced to flee, to fight, to survive. She was Sable Varro. And the shadow that had stalked her for so long was nothing but a hollow echo of a past life she was leaving behind. The spirit's voice wailed, a final, desperate cry, but it was already dissolving into nothingness. Sable let out a shaky breath, her body still trembling, but she stood firm. The canyon had fallen silent, its shimmering crystals no longer casting twisted shadows, no longer reflecting her haunted past. She had faced the darkest part of herself—and she had survived. She wasn't free yet, not completely. But today, for the first time in years, she could say that she was closer than ever before. The road ahead was uncertain, but she would walk it on her own terms.