From the great beyond...
Aaralyn stood on the edge of the abyss, white cloth that was swathed around her form flowed gently in the breeze as she stared out into the vastness of oceans beyond. Her hand gripped the upper portions of her opposite arm, tightly, reaffirming. Silky tendrils of chestnut brown hair would flow into the wind, ever so delicately. Violet eyes of the once vaunted crusader of the Jedi, their Sword, would blink softly as she turned to face the silhouette of her husband. Her words would echo and tear through the silence that somehow enveloped the area like an eerie shadow of a predator who longed to strike. Her voice was calm and measured but haunted by the reverberation of death.
“Falcon....” She whispered. “I’ve come for you...”
Her words would soon fade, and Aaralyn’s presence along with it. The world around him would crash and burn into darkness – and its place, a chaotic scene amongst the citizens fleeing the onslaught of the fallen Republic. In the center of it all was the mighty Sword, pulling with all her might against the ventilation force above her and with a scream that fell upon the deafness of space, she pushed. An ungodly surge of Force energy would explode from her, sending the frightened masses around her to safety – save for the lone child who clung to her leg. Aaralyn would kneel next to the child, showing no sense of fear, only acceptance of what was to come. And she would lift the child, utilizing every ounce of energy she had left to send her to safety. Amongst the chaos of debris flying and the howling winds that encompassed the doors closing – Aaralyn would fall to her knees and then to her side. Words would be spoken, none that Falcon could hear and then soon she faded in a cascade of Force energy, moving from one plane to another.
Any reaction he would have, would fall upon deaf ears. He would feel immobilized to do anything. To reach out to her, to call to her. He could only watch the events that lead to her demise – without being able to do anything. Her final moments in the realm of the living would replay, over and over again.
Aaralyn’s demeanor never changed until he was to awaken from the hellish course through history. It would be then that she turned to face him as her knees hit the durasteel floor of the hanger. Her face would appear to be content with her choices, until the sensation of darkness that radiated off of Falcon reached out to touch her, and the once calm face of Aaralyn would melt away to one of horror and she cried out, reached out to him as she was ripped from the world in a violent nature. And reality would strike, causing the world to crumble around him, and he would awaken from the dream.
| [member="Falcon Rekali"] |
