Private Moraband's Stranger

[Varin Mortifer]

Revna

"No no no, come on you piece of junk!" The child speaks to the malfunctioning machine in a panic as he desperately tries to land an un-landable ship. Frantically flipping switches and pressing buttons that may or may not need to be touched he activates various features or attempts to activate the lack of features. Now seeing the landscape in sight he attempts a last resort flipping a peculiar little switch. Boosting up the front shields just before the ship makes a thunderous contact with the ground. His body jolts forwards with a resounding crack as his head makes an abrupt contact with the console. Blackness consumes him taking away his alert state.

He jolts awake gasping for air, unable to move his left arm, its been broken by the very less than delicate landing. Grunting in pain he pulls himself up and scambles to locate two objects. Two very important objects he promises to keep close to him. "DAMN IT! YOU CLUMSY FOOL!" Straining to remove some of the rubble in the ship he finds a very peculiar sith blade. Customized with carvings of a family history long forgotten to time, not far from it laying face first in the corner is an old sith warrior helmet. not very technologically advanced but incredibly sturdy, even under the rubble and after the crash the helmet and sword both remain intact. A sigh of relief hits his lungs before he coughs up some choked air. The ship is burning, realising his predicament he he tries to head toward the ships bay door. Slamming his right fist until it bled he realised it was no use. He looks to the window and smirks. "This will be fun". Placing the helmet on his head and gripping the sword with his good arm he makes his way to the window of the ship striking it with his blade to no use. The fires and smoke begin to overwhelm him as he keeps working on the window. "COME ON YOU BASTARD!" Frustration builds within him as his strength begins to fail him. He remembers what his father told him about his meditation. "Build your rage son, ally yourself with it, you do not rule it and it does not rule you, its a symbiotic relationship in a sense. Call upon it and it will come." Varin closes his eyes as he grips the blade, for a moment all the pain, all the fear, all the noise and distractions leave him. He thinks of his family dying, his cowardice to leave instead of fight, the disappointment of his father. "NO YOU WILL NOT TAKE ME!" He yells to the inferno before him as he swings the blade with both arms, the pain in his body gone, making contact with the glass he leaves a massive crack, another hit follows and a resounding slam echoes the chamber, every slam is a build up of rage in him before the windshield gives away to his might. Air is sucked into the cockpit stirring the flames as he scrambles out gasping for air. The previous feeling leaving him feeling weak, blood covers the left side of his face blinding his left eye temporarily as he takes is first gasps of air. Now a stranger to a new planet.

 

[Revna]

Tag: Varin Mortifer
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It wasn’t often that Revna left the City of Vardin to roam beyond and into the wilds of Korriban, but today - a particularly chilly day for the cold desert planet - she had decided to do something different with herself and perhaps explore a bit. Korriban was to be her home, the place she co-ruled in the future, and it only made sense to her that she’d become more familiar with the place.

Of course, everyone knew about the Valley of the Dark Lords - and because of this it had been plundered and devastated and “rebuilt” time and time again, but Revna was wise and insightful; she knew that the Valley wasn’t the only place that the ancient Sith people buried their Dark Lords, or where they stashed secret tomes and holocrons and even ancient armor or weapons. Korriban was a world steeped and soaked in the Dark side; its Nexus had been renewed and rejuvenated and it bathed the world in dark energies. Sometimes, when one was attuned and listening, whispers could be heard across the vast mystery that was the Force - guiding one to hidden secrets.

Revna’s lust for knowledge and to gain further insight and power in her abilities almost always drove her to chase those whispers, and it was what drove her to leave the Castle of Vardin behind and venture out into the red sands beyond. She had no real objective or goal in mind - simply to listen and let the Force guide her and if she was lucky, it would reveal some of Korriban’s hidden secrets to her, perhaps something that had never been previously discovered.

The Sith woman hadn’t been gone for too long before she first sensed something about to happen, and then her sharp ears picked up the sound of a ship entering the atmosphere and her fiery eyes turned skyward as she beheld a ship trailing smoke and flame as it began to make a one way trip to the surface, and she watched silently as the damaged ship collided violently with the ground some distance away, the sound and vibrations of it reaching her moments later.

Hmm, I wonder if anyone was actually in that doomed ship, and if they survived… she pondered curiously to herself as she watched a pillar of blackened smoke rise in the distance. She tilted her head to one side as her thoughts swirled curiously; if whoever was flying it was dead, then maybe she could have the corpse brought back so it could be resurrected as a Jen’ari to serve in Darth Caedes ' undead forces.

She supposed there was only one way to find out if there were survivors or not.

Revna began to make her way towards the crash site, her black Zeyd-cloth robes fluttering about her in the cold breeze that constantly blew across Korriban’s surface. When she had reached the half-way point to the downed ship, she felt a surge of power, of the Dark side, and immediately the little Sith woman’s attention was focused and alert. She quickened her pace, her curiosity growing stronger the closer she came, until eventually she crested a sand dune and looked down to behold the crashed and currently burning ship, and what appeared to be a lone male figure who had managed to pull himself free of the wreckage.

Her fiery sharp eyes flickered over the scene carefully, before she turned her attention on the survivor and studied him briefly from a distance. Had the surge of Dark power come from him? It must have. She noticed the figure appeared young, even from a distance, and was bloodied, no doubt injured in the crash.

Silently, the woman in her dark robes and her single lightsaber hilt at her side, descended the hill towards the figure. She moved cautiously, slowly, to better gauge the reaction of this newcomer. Her eyes were drawn briefly to the two items the young man, who no older than her other acolyte she was mentoring from the looks of it, had salvaged from the ship. A sword that radiated power, and what appeared to be a Sith helm of some sort.

“...that was quite the landing, young man.” Revna said softly, a touch of sarcasm in her voice as she announced her presence to the boy, coming to a stop a few feet away from him. A small smirk tugged at her lips as she gestured with a jerk of her head in the direction of Vardin.

“The city landing ports were that way, you know. Though perhaps I should thank you for not crashing into the city itself. That would have been a mess to deal with…”

 

[Varin Mortifer]

Varin, after pulling himself out of the wreckage, strains his amber eyes to the brightness of the sun, still recoiling from the surge of power he demonstrated, his mental state is still on high gear. Though his vision is heavily blurred and his left eye blinded from the slowly cooling blood he grips his sword like a vice as if it is the final life line he has to hold. a mumbled voice sounds off near him. Quickly he spins around readying his blade with his good hand through his enraged vision he sees a blurred silhouette of a humanoid figure Revna approaching him. He grits his teeth as the being approaches noticing they're keeping a distance he growls to himself. "you....won't take me." He swallows hard feeling the prickling sensation of dehydration in his throat as he breathes harshly. He takes a stance to at any point to defend himself or at least attempt to. Though because of his state the stance is very less than optimal. Through his eyes he sends out a feeling of intent. Not one of fear, but of pure rage, he will not cower this time. He speaks again a little more authoritatively "You...will not take me." After a moment of making his stand he feels a sharp pain in his head and the focus on his rage wavers, His amber eyes darken into his natural dark brown eyes as his stance falters, the sword clatters to the ground as he loses his grip and Varin collapses to his knees. He looks at the helmet that's by his side and speaks softly "....father?" Blackness swallows him once more as he falls unconscious.