Light peaked through a shattered window high in the facility, a single beam of light penetrating the darkness, spilling about the agreed-upon meeting area in a way illuminating it properly. Ryv eyed the pool of lit space, his thumbs scratching aggressively at the interior of his spare jacket's pockets. He stopped a dozen paces from the point of contact, maybe even further away. He leaned against a rusted machine, likely used once to construct weapons of war. His hand reached out, brushing away the dust from the surface, clouding the already dark room. The Force was silent. Ryv sought answers within the omnipresent empyrean, searching for a familiar voice, his father's perhaps? No, not Vyrin's. The late Jedi Master never came to his son on the day of a great battle. Someone else roamed the galaxy, someone far more dependable. An errant Jedi Master marched without end, driven by destiny, accepting of what the universe asked of him. Ryv sought out
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Grayson. At his lowest, Ryv knew nothing but defeat. Hope abandoned him on his kitchen floor, replaced instead by the drug-addled visions of a high strong enough to put him out of his misery. It wasn't Vyrin Karis who lifted Ryv up from the filth-strewn tile. It wasn't the Jedi of the fallen Republic, nor was it the gang he served faithfully for the better part of a decade.
Cedric Grayson took hold of the broken boy, no more than a fatherless child, curled up in a ball, a growing pool of tears gathered where his grime-covered cheek met the dirty floor. If you asked Ryv why Cedric did such a thing, he couldn't have answered the question. Kindness was a strange beast, scarce in many's lives, only making its presence known in the darkest of nights. The creature revealed itself to Ryv at his lowest, taking form within Cedric. The Jedi Master returned the young addict to his home planet of Coruscant. There Ryv healed both body and mind, guided along the path to redemption by his savior. Cedric saw Ryv's spirit rejuvenated through meditation; his body improved over a year through rigorous physical training and a complete lifestyle change. When Ryv proved himself the better of his former habits, his training truly began. Cedric returned Vyrin's lightsaber to the boy, the duo undertaking a proper master-apprentice relationship. The older Jedi guided him through the many lessons his student failed to undergo in his missing years, teaching him the importance of more than the Force or the blade, but the necessity of hope, mercy, and empathy. Through their training, Ryv came to find what he'd lacked in his life, the guidance and love of a father, who understood the young Jedi's desire for greatness.
Had Cedric joined Ryv on this assignment, the young Jedi Knight wouldn't have faltered, nor would the shadows have frightened him. But Cedric wasn't there. Ryv stood isolated from the rest of the galaxy, even the Force distant. He took a deep breath, his first step carrying him towards the bright space before him. The second shortened the distance, eventually, he saw himself within the heaven's beam. Once more, his gaze was drawn upward, staring, beyond the dark facility to the bright blue sky above. The roar of Sith-Imperial Star Destroyers sounded, starfighters already making their bombings runs towards Cassel Point. Dread hung heavy in the air, wrapping a claw-like grip around the lone Jedi Knight.
"
You are a fool, boy."
"
Am I?" Ryv asked, his gaze drawn beyond his vision, seeking the source of the disembodied voice. "
Last I checked, you're dead, and I'm alive. Sounds like you're the fool to me, schutta."
"
Even here in the dark, you know the truth. There is nothing here for you, yet you cling on to your forlorn hope. I offered you power, even now, I can aid you, I can provide you the strength to win this war. Yet, you turn me away."
"
The power you offer is corrupting. I've seen what it's done to all you Sithlings. I have no intention of walking that path," Ryv waved the Sith Lord's words away, his arms crossed over his chest.
"
You can feel it, can't you? It's all a lie. Your reality crumbles around you, boy. I've seen it within the Force, a vision of what is to come," Lord Cyggys rounded into view, stepping from the shadows surrounding Ryv, his spectral form flickering in and out of sight. "
Something about this encounter is off, the Force has warned you, and yet you fail to heed its warning. What must it do for you to listen?"
Two years had passed since the day Ryv first encountered the Sith,
Lord Cyggys. Dragged from one end of Sith space to another, the Jedi Knight wound up tossed into a prison known as
the Beast, a privately ran facility then controlled by
Irveric Tavlar
, former Lord General of the Sith Empire.
A day earlier, Ryv, alongside a Jedi strike force, boarded a Sith prison ship set to deliver
Lanik Dawnstar
to Sith forces awaiting his arrival over Ventooine. Unbeknownst to the fledgling Jedi Order,
Darth Voyance
orchestrated the entire encounter, allowing the Jedi to learn of their lost brother's location. Ill-prepared, the Jedi Order marched into a trap, one successfully sprung about them. Though Ryv managed to ensure both Lanik and Bernard escaped the Sith-Imperial's ambush, he wasn't so lucky. In providing them time, a squadron of death trooper's led by Wirm'nael'armiir captured Ryv and dragged him aboard a shuttle to Sith space. Unconscious and severed from the Force, Ryv couldn't begin to fathom where they were headed.
When Ryv next saw the light of day, it lasted only long enough for the stationed legionnaires upon Concord Dawn to drag him from the shuttle and process him of what little he had left. They strapped an inhibitor collar meant to temporarily remove his ability to use the Force, his severed connection unknown to the rank and file soldiers expected to handle him. It wasn't until they tore Ryv from his cell and delivered him to Lord Cyggy's clutches did his situation come to light. Sensing an opportunity to entertain himself, the Sith strapped Ryv down and set to work, slicing away at his flesh, carving layers away as if to see what made up the Kiffar's innards. Cyggy's implements of pain, though ice-cold, sent white-hot pain through the Jedi's body with each pass of the scalpel. Unable to protect himself, only Ryv's echoing screams kept him company. That, and the Sith's prying gaze. Fortunately, those torture sessions came to a crashing conclusion as General Tavlar learned of his lackeys continued experimentation.
Storming into the interrogation chamber, Tavlar put an end to the unauthorized experimentation and freed Ryv from his bindings. The Imperial's mercy did not end there. Irveric Tavlar provided the Jedi knight with food and drink, at the cost of a single conversation. The two discussed their beliefs, though feelings resonated within them. Neither Ryv nor Tavlar scolded the other. Instead, the duo saw one another for what they were—products of their environment, but more importantly, survivors. When Coruscant fell to the One Sith, Ryv fled to the Outer Rim, fighting to survive independently. When the Sith first arrived upon Dantooine decades earlier, conscripting Tavlar and his fellows, the General did not abandon his men. He rose to the occasion, striving to lead them through the chaos of service to the Sith Empire, taking up the mantle of leadership to provide for them what their Sith Overlords failed to give.
Hope.
Perhaps that inkling of hope connected them in ways neither of them understood. In his own way, Tavlar represented all the Jedi should be to his downtrodden men. It wasn't the Silver Jedi, Galactic Republic, or Galactic Alliance that put themselves on the line for those forsaken men. Irveric Tavlar was a single farmer from Dantooine, a man expected to die upon his first battlefield, yet he did what the Jedi failed to accomplish. Not unlike the Imperial General, Ryv rose when called to action. Following Cedric's descent into a coma at Brentaal IV, his young apprentice did not abandon the Imperium's people. Nor did he leave the High Republic. Instead, Ryv called on allies throughout the Core, rebuilding the Jedi Order from within, while carving out a place for them following the unification of both galactic powers. Both men were connected by more than understanding, but purpose. Each of them stood for something far more significant than any one person. They stood for hope.
That very purpose guided Ryv through Sith controlled territories after his escape from
the Beast. The Force called to him, directing him from one planet to the next. From Concord Dawn to
Dromuund Kaas, he traveled, overcoming gangsters and criminals on the storming world to save the wayward
Daphne deWinter
from those who betrayed her. Back to Concord Dawn, he went, encountering a Zeltron Sith Acolyte by the name of
Zhani Amadine
within some
seedy tavern. To Nar Shaddaa next, away from the craziness of their lives, they encountered bounty hunters and chaos within the
party palace of none other than
Avernus
. Though the night didn't go according to plan, Ryv managed to drag the Zeltron free of the chaos, escaping the kidnappers' clutches.
Returned to Concord Dawn a final time, Ryv discovered the once-home of his best friend,
Maynard Treicolt
. Through echoes into the past, Ryv watched as the Sith took everything from Maynard. His father eviscerated by an incendiary grenade. His mother's throat slit before the boy, the murder performed in cold blood, all to draw the Jedi Padawan out of hiding. Those same visions drove Ryv to tears, sapping the Jedi Knight's strength from his body, leaving him a blubbering mess in the long-abandoned homestead Maynard no longer called home.
Even there, hidden away from the dangers of the surrounding territory, Ryv wasn't abandoned. Maynard came to his distress signal. The Concordian Jedi, his proven brother, a man who saw beyond Ryv's failures and inadequacies, did not fail him. Reunited once again, the duo prepared to depart the planet, only for Cyggy's to reveal himself to them. The Khaleesh Sith Lord not only escaped
the Beast but tracked Ryv across the stars, hunting him in hopes of completing the many experiments started back on Concord Dawn. Yet again, Maynard did not fail his brother. Throwing himself at the superior opponent, Maynard provided the wayward Jedi he came to save enough time to reach through the Force and reclaim Maynard's forsaken lightsaber, abandoned the night of his parent's death. Together they faced Cyggys. Together they cut him down, putting an end to the evil he represented to the galaxy.
Or so Ryv thought.
"
Are you listening to me, boy?" Cyggy's voice cut through the memories, once more tainting them as he did in life.
"
What was that, sithspit?" Ryv looked to the aged Cyggy's, his form as decrepit in death as it was in life. "
I couldn't hear you over the sound of your dentures hitting the floor."
"
Very well, Karis! If you are so willing to die for nothing, so be it! I offered you an opportunity to become the hero you've tricked everyone into believing you are. It will all come crumbling down around you, child. And when it does, I shall step in, but there will be no offer," Cyggy's drifted closer, his sickly gaze locked on Ryv's defiant eyes. "
I will conquer your mind, shatter your spirit, and lay claim to your body as my own: Mark my words, Jedi. I will break you."
Lord Cyggy's words echoed around Ryv as his form vanished, disappearing into the recesses of Ryv's memories. Alone again, the Jedi Knight dropped to his bottom, resting his back against a rusted conveyor belt. He began to hum faintly, a soft tune formerly used to sway him to sleep. For years he paid slave girl's in
Agrippa The Hutt
's whorehouses and spice dens to hum it to him, a means of bringing him peace after a particularly bloody day out in the field. It worked at first, their slender fingers carefully brushing his hair, joined by his mother's favorite song would send wave after wave of goosebumps along the young man's body. He'd fallen asleep more than once within those seedy businesses, dragged home by the other boys working for the Hutt's of Nar Shaddaa. Now though? Even his mother's song did not bring him comfort or peace. It sounded hollow, mirroring the abandoned factory, reflecting the truth of Ryv's heart and mind alike. His hand lowered to take the
Blade of Ruusan as anxiety clawed into the pit of his stomach, reminding him of its dreadful presence.
"
What do you think, old pal?" Ryv asked the weapon, pressing the cool phrik casing against his forehead. "
I hate that damn sleemo-Khaleesh, but he's got a point. I felt it out there, at the base of the cliff. Nothings the way it's supposed to be."
The weapon thrummed with Ashla's power, its calming aura endlessly washing away Ryv's fears. Even then, sitting upon the dusty floor of the dilapidated workhouse, it stayed true to its purpose. Light encased the Jedi Knight, a bright white light, iridescent in nature, cutting through even the murky yellow of the sun above. A voice heard through the darkness, caressing the back of Ryv's troubled mind.
"
I chose you, Ryv Karis. You are a master worth serving, as was your father, and his father before him," the soothing voice paused, allowing its words to sink in. "
What do you believe in your heart, young Jedi?"
Ryv sat up straight, his eyes going wide as he pulled the lightsaber hilt from his face, staring down at it in total shock. He turned it over in his hands repeatedly, soon tearing his gaze from it as he searched his surroundings for a speaker, wholly expecting another apparition to appear. After a moment of seeking an answer to his confusion with nothing to show for it, Ryv looked back to the weapon, his thumb brushing along its intricately carved surface.
"
Y-You can talk?" Ryv stumbled through the question.
"
Yes, Ryv Karis, I am sentient, same as you."
"
Well, I dunno if I'd say that, considering you're a lightsaber hilt and I'm, you know, a fleshy Kiffar, but I see your point," Ryv tugged his leg up to his chest, leaning back against the unkept machinery once again. "
How can you speak? I've never heard of a lightsaber that can speak."
"
I am unsure. For years I served your father, acting as his weapon against the forces of Bogan. Together we slew countless Sithspawn, tearing the monstrosities of the Dark Side apart with reckless abandon. I wasn't capable of speaking then, though I could still impart my feelings and power upon Cedric. I believe, Ryv, as you've kept me by your side for so long, we've bound ourselves together through the Force in ways even my creator could not suspect," the Blade of Ruusan spoke with fluidity as if a native speaker of galactic basic. Yet, in the back of Ryv's mind, beyond the comforting tone of the weapon, confusion lingered. "
You have relied on my power more times than I can count. When you felt scared, alone, or anxious, you reached for me. In front of potentially millions of people, you held me with pride, lifting me high for all to see. We have faced countless dangers together. It only makes sense this would be the outcome. Our spirits are entwined, Ryv."
"
I mean," Ryv considered the sentient artifact's words, still rolling the weapon in the palm of his offhand. "
I guess, yeah. Through thick and thin, you're one of the few folks to have stuck around. So, thanks, buddy," he chuckled, his hand taking hold of the weapon.
"
You needn't refer to me as such. I am your weapon, an extension of your will to be used against the enemies of Ashla."
"
No reason we can't be both, huh?" Ryv posed the question with another smile, pushing himself back up to his feet as he awaited an answer. Midway through the motions, he froze in place, the sound of a swoop bike cutting through the silence of the large chamber. He hurried back to his feet and moved into position, the Blade of Ruusan still held tight in his hand. He closed his eyes, breathing deeply as he reached beyond what stood in reach physically, his senses expanding to the bond stretching past the material, connecting him to Allyson Locke. The Jedi Knight could feel her as she approached the facility, her careful footsteps carrying her quickly to his position. "
She's coming," he muttered, knuckles turning white as his grip grew tighter. "
I finally get to see her again," his concern melted away, replaced by a long-forgotten smile meant only for the Corellian he loved.
"
Do not let your guard down, Ryv," the Blade spoke out, advising the Jedi to remain conscious. "
Your emotions are meant to aid you, not control you. If you aren't careful, this might all be for not."
"
I know," Ryv whispered back, stowing the weapon at his hip.
Before he could say anything else, Allyson came into view. Her typical attire replaced by the garb worn by Sith-Imperial personnel. She looked as beautiful as he remembered, her smile cutting through even the darkest of rooms, lighting up the Kiffar's heart at even a cursory glance. He stepped forward as she broke into the light from above, closing the distance without a second thought. Ryv's arms reached out, wrapping around her body. He pulled her against him, his love bleeding through their bond, inching across the connection into her spirit. Without saying a word, the Jedi Knight leaned in, pressing his lips against hers. He kissed her passionately, hunger demanding he not let go or breakaway, guiding his movements in ways even the Force could not. For nearly a minute, he stood frozen in time, unable to part with the woman he loved. If not for the battle raging outside and the importance of their mission, Ryv doubted he could've let go, but he spent enough time basking in the Corellian's presence, finally pulling away.
"
I've missed you," Ryv said without a hint of concern, his hands reaching down to take hers. "
And I want to catch up, but we need to talk, preferably before someone manages to catch us," he took a step back, keeping one hand in hers while the other fingered the lightsaber hilt at his side. "
Allyson, I- hmm," his voice caught, unsure of how to shape the words needed to be spoken. "
I can feel your struggle. I know what's going on. I've known since Foerost, hell, maybe sooner. You're doing great work out there, but I don't think it a good idea for you to go back. You're losing yourself to whatever you're facing, and I don't want to see you get hurt. The mission, it's important, but it's not more important than your life, or the future you've earned for yourself. We talked about this, right?" Ryv tilted his head to the side, memories of the Coruscanti hospital surfacing, followed by Kuat, and Muunilist, and half a dozen other places they had a very similar discussion.
"
You've done your part, Allyson. We miss you. I miss you."